Hidden VulnerabilityA Poem by dreaming dame
expression and pain.
Gentle beauty, graceful and slow.
She'll glide past you, Eyes closed.
Over there, in self expression.
She dreams of paadise;
meanwhile enchanting her every audience.
If one looks carefully,
you may just see it,
her proof of vulnerability.
A tear falling gently,
in agnizing, hidden pain.
her movements are strong.
Positive, an aura of grace; beauty.
But her eyes,
Hidden by the mask of art,
where none can see.
© 2012 dreaming dame
Shelved in 1 LibraryAdded on March 26, 2012
Last Updated on March 26, 2012
Southern Ontario, Canada
AboutI'm 17, very much female, and very much straight:) Not that not much to say about me. I love to be loved, and hate to be hated, lol as most peeps I s'pose do:P I get writer's block a lot, so I don't .. more..
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