No One But Me
I can see her...
Sitting on the bench
Softly weeping,
Head down, hands up,
So no one can see...
I can feel her...
He called her a wench
Secrets keeping,
Heart down, walls up,
So no one can see...
I can smell her...
Lavender, Rosemary
Answers seeking,
Spirits down, anger up,
But no one can see...
I can hear her...
Her words do carry
Feelings peaking,
Defenses down, voices up,
But no one can see...
I can taste her...
In her distress
Slowly leaking,
Crying down, mystique up,
Still no one can see...
I can see her...
Her face a mess
Emotions peeping,
Hands down, head up,
Still no one can see... but me.
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