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
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!