they say I'm quiet
but instead of responding
to your words,
they echo in my my mind
like a ricochet.
instead of noticing you pass by
like the others,
and allowing you keep going in orbit,
I stop to see you change,
when no one else is able to.
I can see when your walls are
all built up in brick and prepared to paint
for the world to perceive.
because if you discern hard enough like I do
I can see through your broken heart
and all the happiness that you pretend to carry
on that made up face of yours.
So perhaps I'm not quiet
maybe I can see through this complex universe
by taking it in hand
and examining its wonders,
quietly.
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Intellectual Introspection
Poesiathe way I see the world. *** [RANKINGS] #1 In Poetry, #1 in Deep, #1 in Simile ©️writtenbyhugo Started February 5, 2019
