Like D'Artagnan William, Holly tries to cheat by puting that smile in front of my eyes and after, innocently, ask me to tell her what I see. That's not fair!
Playing dirty tricks to hide "something" didn't help either.
It goes like this...

Dedicated to poetess Holly Hamilton



That's not pathetic wished to be seen,
invisibility is a realm for afterlife;
seeking, solitude will find a company
that will no fade as the fog does, like
running up to disappear at the top
that crowns every mountain side.

Looking in many mirrors I have seen
that kind of questioning dark eyes,
like Holly’s, never getting honest answers,
maybe because our eyes where outside
the reflecting silver back of all the glasses,
looking, always looking, where is life?

Haven’t noticed that some of your friends
have their eyes full of eternal smiles?
they don’t talk about the inflicted abuse,
it is too deep, under seven locks, inside,
curious ears maybe will want to know,
but Holly, she wouldn’t tell her side.

Eyes that smile, but never will say about
a thorn that’s lodged in a heart much alive,
a constant hurt, stabbing more and more,
the wound that never gets old with time,
it is not a pain produced by gentle love,
it’s from many memories…and cries.

Inside Holly’s eyes, there’s something, but,
you wouldn’t see, nor will ever I,
a veil left by tears is there to cover them
so we can’t see what really is inside;
because you forget to look for sadness there,
as she’s blinding you with her smile.