Unfamiliar Faces

Unfamiliar Faces short poem

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Your love is so difficult to read
from behind these slits for eyes
Your love is so very painful
that I couldn’t imagine your hate
My kindness is met with curses
they dig into me deep, but I dare not pull them out
lest my face meet another blow

Your love is so confusing
I’ve failed many a times to understand
I ignore the red ring around my neck
and I’m not too fond of the purples and blues
that are speckled all about me

The mirror keeps whispering to come near-I refuse
Your sight longs for my presence at all times
and mine longs for your smile, but it’s been awhile
In my suffering I wait to see that familiar face from long ago
Patiently waiting for it to emerge
which is the reason for my pleasant demeanor
despite my agony

I will place a kiss upon its cheek
and embrace that moment
should it ever arrive
I pray that he will materialize
before I disappear into eternity

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Hello, My name is Minnie, I am 31 years old and live in PA . I am the children's book author/illustrator of Just ask my mom and dad/SOCKS, I also write poetry and have been a production assistant for over 7 years. I have been writing short children stories and poetry since I was very young-I enjoy it and take every opportunity to share my work with others.
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