The Platonic Conception

By
More by this author
The walls are clear but I can't see you.
At least not you for you.
Only what you want me to see.
The colorful combination of your mind is not visible.
You are what I want you to be.
You are gray.
But I will never know.
To me, you look like puzzle pieces.
But they are put together
by my mind.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback