Before you stands one person, one body
But there's more people hidden underneath.
A soprano singing Celtic mel'dies,
Will also belt heavy metal and Indie.
There's a little girl so small and naive
Who loves to watch cartoons and Disney;
But there's also a woman- old, carefree
Content to sit with tea and watch old movies.
An introvert, quite happy by herself
But lonesome tired of facing life alone.
An open book high up upon a shelf
Longing to be read, scared of getting torn.
Some would call me odd, they'd think I should change,
But deep down, aren't we all a little strange?
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Poems
PoetryI don't know yet exactly what I'm meant to do. Whether I'm meant to write novels or poems, or whether I'm supposed to draw and tell stories through pictures. Sometimes I think maybe it's both. Maybe I'm supposed to teach History to young children. A...
