A person.
Homo sapien,
An irritant.
Never shown the true feelings underneath the dead skin.
They scowl and ask,
If I'm ok.
And I want to ask them
What ok means.
But I won't.
As only my pillows,
Should see my most
Honest tears.
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A Touch of Wonder
ПоэзияA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
