Hide-out
I am a traveller , catching feelings - matching feelings Differing thoughts - what not Concise words , precise notions , calculated emotions Measured laughs , designated smiles Handful of talks , treasured secrets I ought to spill everything out But whom? But who? But how? But how? Now i lie , I am glittered in gold , painted in pain Standing on my strongest Shallow inside , hollow on the heart Broken hearted , with stolen smiles ; painted faces - painful faces I used to be a writer but my pen disagreed to write - about myself a dancer but my steps started to stumble , i stopped a singer but my rhythms didnt tune well , i stopped An artist but i painted myself ugly , i stopped Again ! Stopped and moved , marched and marched . Forward with things i had left behind With nothing , to nowhere All emptied and emptiness With them - to them They see my perfectly crafted face , they love my beautifully painted smiles But who sees the stains? The colours i used to paint ? But wh