The elusive portrayal of tone
When read by me, stands at attention
It means what I want it to
Except that I don't want it to
I want you to define the things that I'm saying
When I'm lying about myself to you
See me through my own filter
Then through yours
I doubt the raw truth will make it
Our realities are different though
We stand in the same room
Walking separate avenues
One foot from each other
YOU ARE READING
While I was Away
PoetryThe poetry I wrote while trying a different platform. Credit to the OG publishing site on the cover, #Poemia.
