That one band member
He's always here
He never shows his face
He hides it with a mask
Going at his one , slow , pace
His mask itself
Is pearly white
Only showing the source
Of my greatest delight
He is beautiful
For what I can see
There is a door to my heart
And he holds the key
His hair is magical
Only make-believe
For it is unnatural
What he can achieve
I listen to his music
Even if I don't know his position
I will relax
And forever listen
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of a Blind Girl
PoetryThis a complete collection of the poetry which I have written over my lifetime. I hope that you enjoy them!
