I've always been able to feel how people are.
As strange as it sounds,
my sixth sense is stranger.
I've known you for years.
Your almost jet black hair,
chiseled jaw with a scruffy beard,
and those beautiful eyes to die for.
You have two personalities,
but you aren't insane.
The one people see every day,
So charismatic
and brilliant.
So illuminous you make
my eyes burn.
Talkative, fun,
always the life of the party.
But,
You know,
I see through it.
Through those glassy eyes,
they tell it all.
I see your kind heart,
the generosity you give.
Yet you are sill afraid
they will take advantage.
You have this hard, happy shell...
but this scared, secretive inside.
I commend how clever you are.
I really do.
Some how you convince everyone
that they know the real you,
but they have no idea.
And I,
I saw it in an instant.*
It's crazy how I feel how you are.
It's crazy how I can't explain it.
But I know you,
and I can
read your heart.
I know your fears,
But I will
never tell.
Hardly am I ever wrong when I read someone.
This poem is about someone I've grown close to, and what I read every time I'm with them.