He observes all
to be of this world
a sensitive soul
with stories untold
he likes to think that
nobody cares but wonders
why people stare
while searching for a
friendly warmth in his eyes
they get a surprise
coldness from a harsh world made him get a disguise
the cold front that he
puts on is to keep people
at bay or so he doesn't
feel when people spew hate all said and done emotion
comes easy like switching
from cold water to hot
Show him your true soul and he will open up
like anyone a temper that smolders,
he's a good man with protective armor
that's the coldness you think he harbors
he observes all to be of
this world a sensitive soul with stories untold the man the myth
but all me.
© 2015 CaesarMarques
** Some background about this poem. I’m a very private most of the time shy person until i get to know someone. I really don’t like small talk at all and deep conversations with people are a turn on. Who are we kidding though, this can be a harsh world for people who are considered different in any way shape or form. Growing up LGBT and knowing it but afraid to tell made me get an exterior that didn’t match my interior life. That’s where the first and last line come into play “He observes all to be of this world a sensitive soul with stories untold”.
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