Perhaps my hair is too messy for you to see
the emotions apparent on my face behind my curtain of hair.
Perhaps my cheeks redden too easily for you to differentiate between
the flush of colour from embarrassment
or the tinge of pink that surfaces whenever you compliment me.
Perhaps my irises are too black for you to be able to tell
that my pupils dilate only when I stare back at you.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...
