You stand there,
A lone silhouette against the chaos.
The unimaginable,
Yet comprehendable.
Your facade's down,
A slip you never realized.
But the eyes are shaded rosy,
But not mine,
The laser's piercing.
You waltz around,
As applause trails,
Perfection, they assert,
Misconception, I argue.
But you stand there,
A lone silhouette against the chaos.
Into a sea full of fish,
You throw your net
And I race right into it.
And I see.
I see what they see.
But I know.
I know what it is.
YOU ARE READING
Raconteur
Poetry#62 in Poetry (highest ranking) Just fragments, 'Cos I'm no artist, To twist the paint into beauty, But a thinker, To splash the hues. Be my guest, Don't cross the line. You may know the bricks, But the house is mine. (DO NOT STEAL ANYTHING. JU...
