So next time you judge Don’t hold a grudge Because what I view as beauty You write off as faulty

I can see you sitting across from me. Your eyes were dark and eerie. But there was nothing about you that screams danger. Your stance was high but the way the calmness of your stance starts to still me. You’re alone at the piano. The quickness of your fingers and the soulful music you were ...

I am sitting still and you walked by, eyes glazed over head held high   My eyes caught yours but yours, never mine as you strolled on by marking your own time   How would it feel? to get a chance to see the world through the eyes of another being?   Would I see ...