Michael James Kennedy Findlay
The Inside - Poem by Michael James Kennedy Findlay
The inside is where we truly lie
Waiting for that special soul mate
Our exteriors are judged by others
Your soul wanting to be more important
In this new age, our soul is ignored in place for our exteriors
Whether fat or thin, smart or stupid we are all ourselves
All our souls are different
Regardless of looks or colour we all desire the one who will make us feel loved
Why do we overlook this?
Why cant we accept people for what they are and desire no more of them?
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