With emerald eyes and a piercing gaze,
It seems that you can level a room.
And with tight pressed lips,
That render no emotion,
You seem to be in control.
But just when I think,
You see right through me,
A curl cracks over your lips.
And with a hint of fear and insecurity,
The sight has been reversed.
Now those eyes seem so soft,
And a smile rolls over your precious face;
And before you turn back to stone,
I can see how beautiful you are.
And to someone unassuming,
That doesn’t take the time,
To look a little deeper;
They would have missed the perfect chance,
To see below the surface.
And so, questions rise,
As to what was done,
To form your marble disguise.
To not allow anyone the ability,
To see more of who you are.
And I must say even more than this,
I am a little bit intrigued;
Because here and again,
Every now and then,
I see some life below the surface.
COMING FORWARD 