Using Invisible Ink

Some days, I just like to be silently invisible I want to lurk, prowl and creep in the shadows of my soul, in a foggy, misty, haze of beauty, hushed, withdrawn and hidden submerged in my innermost thoughts, I want to hide away behind a veil of concealment where my voice is mute but my imagination is wild writing poems in my head, using Invisible Ink. I am a leaf, floating on an emerald deep ocean an infinitesimal speck, just a fragment detached, oh, how glorious, how painful, I dwell behind a wall of my own secret construction, a whisper of a girl camouflaged and invisible hidden in the dark curved corridors of my soul writing poems in my head, using Invisible Ink. ______________________ February 16, 2017 Poetry/Verse/Using Invisible Ink Copyright Protected, ID 17- 876-729-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.