Skins

March 25, 2009
By Caroline Marques BRONZE, Geneva, Other
Caroline Marques BRONZE, Geneva, Other
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Under those skins,
You were you.
Above those skins,
You were him.
Under those skins,
I knew you.
Above those skins,
We were strangers.
Under those skins,
It was real and true.
Above those skins,
It was in my dreams.
Under those skins,
We were fireworks.
Above those skins,
We were invisible rain.
Under those skins,
You wanted me.
Above those skins,
You were meant for her.
Under those skins,
Your rose was only the thorns.
Above those skins,
That rose was only fake blossoms.
Under those skins,
I loved you.
Above those skins,
I unfortunately still love you.


The author's comments:
You might not understand this poem at first. But everyone, especially at our age, has a few layers of skins which are composed of different personnalities and tastes. A cliche, you might call it. But maybe you too, had someone that unattainable who lost himself in the crowd, only able to distinguish himself around you. Maybe your somebody was meant for someone else - but that couldn't help but feel fake. Maybe he or she was all that to the other people they "knew", but was so much more than that to you.
I hope you'll enjoy it, I would love if you had comments, criticism and tips :)

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