You Don'T See What I Do

You don't see what I do You don't see what I do, Just b'coz you don't want to... The vibrant beauty of mind esplanade, Jubilance afloat in pleasant breeze, Emotions pristine simmered in aubade, You don't see what I do, pretend to be a mannequin.. While heart beats in absolute rhyme, radiate rosy blush to red cheeks, When passion could nurture no mime, You don't see what I do, altruistic if you be, I doubt.. Muffled sound of cold heartbeats, sluggish blood dragging in veins and Frigid perpetual stare on face fleets, Is what you have become, Insensitive and fancy-free. Written May 12, 2017 For "Fancy- free poetry contest" by Julia ward