Unpredictable,
the things you say
but yet, I hear.
Secrets,
in your head
but yet, I sense.
Hiding,
your feelings inside
but yet, I know.
Pain,
under your sleeves
but yet, I see.
But when I look into the mirror
I dont hear or sense,
nor do I know or see.
It's empty.
And you're the only one
who can show me
who I really am.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
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wow Rehan, I like that. no I love that! really good, thanks for sharing
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