Invisible Ink - Poem by LaTisha Parkinson
There is someone I let read me;
like an open book.
For everyone else; the story would be
written with invisible ink.
There is someone whom I let see all of me;
all that I am, was and will be.
There is someone who I can be human with;
they don't mind if I make mistakes.
There is someone that I let into my heart;
they see my emotions at their best and worst.
There is someone that I tell about my day;
even the bad bits.
This person, I let see me;
at my weakest;
my best and my worst.
If I try to hide; they know,
because they can read invisible ink ;)
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