Poems from camilalis

Poetry is a puzzle That needs to be complete. All the pieces are visible And laid out nice and neat.   Understanding where the pieces go...
Hardworking and Happy; no stress to be seen. Hardworking and Lonely; no time to have fun. Everyone has a mask whether they want one or not...
Eyes wide open, laying, thinking, contemplating What goes through his mind? Ill never know.   Is he hungry? Wants to play? Just like me he...