Posted in 2015, poetry, Writing


I look at you, watch you

and I see the words of your soul

painted brightly in your expression.

Like a novel I can read your thoughts

and see your emotions flash in your eyes.


You don’t know but I can still see them.

You try to hide but the colours only get brighter.

I hold my hand out to you

but you ignore it like everything else.

You only continue hiding in plain sight.


For once take the hand I give you

grip it tightly as you show the words

painted brightly on your expressive face.

Take my hand and I will guide you

to a place where you don’t need to hide.




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