You are not your age,
Nor the size of clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
or the colour of your hair.
You are not your name,
or the dimples in your cheeks,
you are all books you read,
and all words you speak,
You are your croaky morning voice,
And smiles you try to hide.
You are the sweetness in your laughter
And every tear you have cried,
You are the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know you are all alone,
you're the places you've been to,
And the one that you call home,
You are the things you believe in,
And people that you love,
you are the photos in your bedroom,
and the future you dream of,
You are made of so much beauty,
but it seems that you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all the things you are not.
YOU ARE READING
Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
