My Dearest
Tell me what you think of me,
To my face,
To my heart.
Do not hide in a corner and whisper like they all do.
You can be different, if you wish.
Self-confidence and strength-
What everyone wishes for.
What so little have.
Ironic?
We all walk around here
I smile
You smile.
I turn
You whisper.
My friend?
No.
My enemy?
No.
Double faced.
Triple hearts.
But it's not you who pities me
My Dearest.
YOU ARE READING
Bits & Scraps & Random Stuff...
PoetryRandom thoughts. Can they be called poetry? I have no idea.
