We don't really know anyone.
What you know of me
is just the tip of an iceberg,
the teeny weeny bit,
with the rest hidden deep beneath.
There's more to us all
than meets the eye.
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Blues
PoetryTonight, my love is the rain that fills the heart while it lasts and leaves sweet pain in its wake. Poems-- my way of clearing my mind. Highest Ranking: #3 in Poetry ~~~ 18 December 2016
