Short description

His eyes are like volumes of writing
hidden in a diary.
The passages are guarded,
and the sentences are blocked.


within each page
is a treasure trove
of whimsy and
gently placed kindness.
Valiant hopes and sentimental dreams.
Beauty that brings a tear.

Worry and sometimes
lack of confidence
that hides its lovely face
certain it is much too small
to be loved or seen properly.

I am a reader.
so I know.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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