My body is the image you see of me.
However, there is depths of me
so deep -
only few have seen.
Compared to the bottom of the ocean floor.
A level you can't explore;
some day I'll open up my heart once more.
This is how I feel,
because what I see in the mirror isn't real.
I've let my ego dissolve;
so my heart can evolve.
Look at me,
&
understand what I perceive.
Because my skin is an illusion,
It will fade in time -
And I'll be old and grime.
For the body I have isn't what I want you to see;
It's the soul that I want to let speak and be seen.
A mind of its own -
An energy of life.
Waiting for my match, -
To ignite my light.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
My body is the image you see of me.
However, there is depths of me
so deep -
only few have seen.
Compared to the bottom of the ocean floor.
A level you can't explore;
some day I'll open up my heart once more.
This is how I feel,
because what I see in the mirror isn't real.
I've let my ego dissolve;
so my heart can evolve.
Look at me,
&
understand what I perceive.
Because my skin is an illusion,
It will fade in time -
And I'll be old and grime.
For the body I have isn't what I want you to see;
It's the soul that I want to let speak and be seen.
A mind of its own -
An energy of life.
Waiting for my match, -
To ignite my light.
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