“It’s just a notepad.” they’ll say.
“It’s the everlasting truth, where people over many decades still recognize themselves in.” I’ll say.
Her eyes
The girl who covers her eyes.
Hiding the truth with beautiful lies.
Her face in lifelong despise.
Unable to see her pretty eyes.
With filters she profoundly covers.
I can not see her eyes in true colors.
How I would love to catch a glimpse.
The stories behind her nervous blinks.
How I would love to reveal those lies.
While looking into her pretty eyes.