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