I see things
No one else looks
I know the meanings
Pay attention to the small things
Little talks can read like books
I see things
Conversations defined by greetings
Feelings slip from hooks
I know the meanings
You can cave in all your ceilings
Body Language you mistook
I see things
High and low fill your feelings
From having no outlook
I know the meanings
Interactions are only dealings
Thieves, liars, and crooks
I see things
I know the meanings
This is a poem for a class that I'm supposed to put out to the public, so any comment you may have would be greatly appreciated! Thank you!
This poem is a set-form Villanelle