Your face shows a silent stress that slows your beauty
Hurting seems to be something commonly felt
Boredom taken over and seen within your actions
Yet, it’s not easy to see
Maybe none of it is even true
Eyes only wanting to view you by its corner
Almost as if one might be scared
Questions come to mind
By my voice finds it hard to speak
Struggling right beside one another
Yet not together
Closed, cold, feared and confused
The heart brings something to seem as nothing
But possibly could have been something

well said.C.