Oh I often wonder,
I always want to prove
That there is something behind your kindness
There's something behind that move.
Is it because you are sincere- profound from the heart?
Or is it because you, yourself is a major key braggart.
Is it because you want to prove something, the simplest thing ; that you can't say no
Or you're just in need of a good name
If it's not genuine it's not an inch of fame
Kindness varies in many different forms
Yes there's quite much
They're only kind to give you their eyes,
Their peering grudge to touch
Music, dance, poetry,
Are the only thing some people give, their hands are tightly closed,
Words and movements are the only thing that grows..
They'll give you their sense of humor,
To you they'll gain your trust
But if you choose to ask for something tangible,
They'll cry, Ooh how that's too much!
One of the major trick is to give when you have too much,
You don't want to waste your treasures, you'd rather give it away than keep facing all the dust;
Many give only to exchange ;
Oh I'll give you that sneakers in exchange for that beautiful dress
You can't say that I'm not giving
Only if you knew kindness was just my guest!
Peek a boo
Don't be surprised
Yes I've noticed those unidentified marks
Yes you say, you are kind
Which are you?
Say something I won't ignore your remarks.
Echoes of talent in the hands of a poetess