They tell me that I'm complicated,
So complex and mysterious,
Yet, they cannot truly know me,
For I am simple as they come
Like all who live and breathe,
I wish but to be held,
This cold and stony mask I wear
Is but the heart's defense
For only one with loving eyes
Could ever reach my soul,
For only one with gentle hands
Could ever think me soft
He tells me I'm complex in simplicity
As he holds me 'gainst his chest,
He says I am passion and compassion
As he gazes in my eyes...
Author notes
Who else? For my darling WH. Would you were here this night...
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Oh I'm complicated too and most of the things you have been described as. Doesn't make someone bad, it makes them interesting, that's what I say.
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