Iris
Trapped underneath
The deep dark pupil
I don't understand how to read emotion
In eyes
All I can see
Is shiny clean
Metal that hides the person you truly are.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
