The smiling glass

There’s this quiet admiration,

Hidden in your gestures and frustrations…

A sort of muffled respect,

Unspoken for fear of answers too direct.

I see through you, my friend,

I see things you expect me to mend

Through your words to your story…

I know I’m nothing but a piece of fleeting glory!

I see through you, your love,

Through the sounds you try to shove

In my head, while playing in
my heart

Rhymes of colours meant to make me fall apart

So I see and warmly smile

With this peace that melts your vile

Indications of a broken soul

Lies bring with them their own toll!


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