Under his skin He lives with his thoughts That break free from the emptiness inside From the creases and wrinkles Comes two sides
Like youth shows from a young one One face is the smile A face seen by all Comes from the exasperated innocence Of a boy who once lived behind those blue eyes
Embrace that smile and joy For the real side which belongs to you, not him He will never understand His own happiness Without you, he is a broken man
I was inspired by a poem written by Scripted Silence. I think a person's image makes a fascinating poem now.