poetry
'HIDDEN'
By Maegan Farrow
Concealed in a rose bush,
I admire the flowers
Content in this solitude,
I sit here for hours
Then you approach and thrust your hand in
The thorns grow fangs and drink at your skin
And I am left wondering,
whenever I see a rose Is it painted red by your blood that once flowed?
Disguised in a mask,
I'm freed from myself
Drunk on the smile of somebody else
But you stride in and tear my mask away
Revealing skin of paper and my eyes of clay
And I am left gasping for someplace to hide
While you stand and demand to know why I lied
Shrouded in a cloud made of my own thoughts
Their buzzing and bother, I have never fought
Suddenly you appear and laugh in my face
Tell me that all of my fears are misplaced
But I am left back at the start line again
Searching for a way to make the noise end
Silent and nameless, I watch from afar
Between us the distance of the earth to the stars
Across the street I watch you walk
Someone beside you, I watch you talk
Still I am left thinking if I could ever be
As bright and as beautiful as you are to me
