Looking into me,
melancholy eyes.
Soul on fire.
Your convincing mask.
Never doubted, but by few.
Did you ever find peace?
Someone to love?
The genius of you.
Shining through.
The crown jewel.
A kindred spirit,
in our solitary confinement
of inner turmoil.
Constant churning of thought.
Trying to reconcile,
what people see,
to the soul within.