Mysterious 9-27-2009
Confused,
What do you see?
Glancing into my baby blue eyes,
picturing only mystery.
Wondering?
How do I get passed that exterior shell?
Intriqued by the essence of it all,
but my secrets I will never tell.
Look close enough, you will see,
what I have to hide.
Reality of what I am,
my visions have never lied.
There is a story within,
you just have to look.
Many pages to open, to read, and muttle through,
to reach the end of the book.
When you reach that final page, yet,
you still don't understand.
Look deeper and you will see,
the answers lye in the palm of your hand.
Copyright © Priscilla Larson | Year Posted 2010
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