Something I wrote a few weeks back while thinking about a past relationship, it isnt very good but the meaning behind it is how you feel and what others see, what you want others to see but the never do because they only ever usually take things on face value and how they interprete feelings.
Silk lined tear drops falling
Cotton dusted cheeks exposing
Blood stained over coat hiding
Blackened inner feelings showing
To be the inner scream not noticed
Supressed by the outer shyness thats seen
Empty are the palms grasping air
Sweeping winds gentley circle them
Missing that last chance one more time
Regretting more now that your left with less
