Words fill the crevices of my mind.
Emotions that are too hard to find.
Love poetry trembles from my lips.
Your passion I can bear in small sips.
Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.
Hard features I cannot seem to erase.
Filled pages fall from my open fingers.
The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.
Maybe I should burn my wall of pages
To help clear my mind of these wild rages.
What’s in my head?
Do you see anything?
Can you see my hidden thoughts?
Some people can hide their thoughts,
while others have every thought
plastered on their face.
I’d rather be with someone who’s
an open book than a secretive and
closed minded one.