The windows of my soul
They put up a fasade
Of being
Empty, lifeless and cold
I easily, unintentionally, frighten many around me
By simply staring in their eyes a second too long
A piercing, slow dull gaze
But once you get passed that
Once you get passed the soul of Quesadilla
You see the real me
Vibrant and full of life
Few go past the eyes
Stay far away, do not talk to me
They don't get past the fasade
Afew women go further
As to nustle into
The soul, finding themselves
A person to confide in
Revealing themselves as I reveal myself
They climb into
That cold, lifeless and empty corner of my soul
And discover, who I truely am, in the midst of my soul
Author notes
Inspired because I keep scaring strangers by talking to them, then they suddenly get scared when they look into my eyes.
I don't know why
Just a note, my military nickname is Quesadilla and that's what I mean when I say that
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