Powdered faces hide real faces –
What on earth could we be hiding?
Happy masks can hide sad faces –
Who can tell what we are thinking?
What on earth could we be hiding
That we feel the need to hide it?
Who can tell what we are thinking
When we simply smile and bear it?
That we feel the need to hide it -
What can save us but a true friend?
When we simply smile and bear it,
Can they make our stubborn minds bend?
What can save us but a true friend,
One who always sees our true face.
Can they make our stubborn minds bend?
They will see us then face to face.
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Secret Dreams
PuisiMost of these poems were written by Sybil for her creative writing classes while some are just from her spare time. There will be more added over time.
