It’s written all over your poems–
The way you choose the words you say,
And the words you don’t,
And the thoughts you cut midway of writing them.
It’s written all over your face–
The way your lips try to feign a smile
When your eyes don’t,
And the emotions you cut midway of showing them.
It’s written all over your body–
The way your arms reach out towards them,
And the heart you keep guarded,
And the silent pleas you cut midway of asking for them.
It’s written all over your life–
The way you embrace the things that make you glow,
And the things that don’t, but make you grow,
And the warm tears you cut midway of shedding them.
It’s written all over your map–
The way you leap through holes and gaps,
And the way you fall sometimes,
And the steps and turns you cut midway of making them.