Poems from ameduri297

Empathetic
I don’t know myself or who owns my eyes. I feel like an actor; a ghost, a disguise,   I’m a colorless stranger and I let myself rot; but...
Outer Beauty, Inner Wisdom
My façade is a lack of brainpower; no matter, just chatter.   Spinning hair, nothing upstairs, flighty, sweet, a vapid mystery, a cherub...