Your Shield MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Every time I look at the photos you have sent me,

Silent words are calling out.

And as I gaze into your eyes,

They are telling me of your secrets,

Of feelings you keep inside.

The smile that you are flashing is a disguise.

It's really a cry for help.

Because we all need something to cover up what's really happening

to us.

Correct me if I'm wrong,

Or if these are false accusations that I'm proposing.

I just learn from experience.

And I know that I should smile,

Because that's the best hiding place.

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