Monday, 11 May 2015


Concealed under yards of cloth
Behind the mask of the perfume
Remains hidden the real of you

Behind all the brick and stone
And the cement of thick walls
Protected from all, delicate you

Difficult words and meanings
Written on crumbling old pages
Undeciphered lies the true you

I only caught a narrow glimpse
In the few moments I had stolen
Yet still I'm so intrigued by you

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