my soul weeps
but you see
me smiling.
don't we
all wish
to be
seen?
why
don't why
we do
let I
each hide
other behind
in? my
grin?
teeth
make
it alright
lips
part to
hide eyes
desperate
to meet
yours
but they
don't quite
rise
higher than
the mouth
lies.
my soul weeps
behind
doors.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
PoetryA collection of my poems from daily writing. #1 in blackoutpoetry (1/20/21) #1 in dailypoetry (1/20/21) #1 in stanza (12/15/20)
