Peekaboo. Who are you?
Looking through such hands.
Are you a friend or a monstrous man?
Peekaboo hide your face. Don't let just anyone see.
Only the most precious person can see who you really are to be.
Peekaboo unleash your face, is that a tear upon your cheek?
Don't cry for too long my friend.
Peekaboo, I'll show you.
A smile on my face.
And then I will take your hand and show you brighter days.
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March 6, 2016
YOU ARE READING
For the people like me.
PoetryThese are words that are somewhat like poems. Most are sad and some are abstract. Other times it's just random questions or descriptions. I'll probably just put my feelings here, if I can call them that. It doesn't matter to me anymore who reads. En...
