Shallow people are made of glass, golden outlines of human form You see right through their hearts and brains Just a slow movement of air...throughout You want to give some kind of flesh, some of your soul some of your love But it whizzes right through their shallow glass houses with no depth no humanity, one dimensional creatures no feeling, lifeless, just a put on show of gold stick figures in see right through glass... No guessing at the lack of caring, the indifference, the fair weather friends they are... They just exist to fool you make you sad, showing no caring, no love, no heart, no truth Hollow people with no character Outlines of creatures without any insides... gold dust outlines disappearing under the wind gone and invisible... in an instant... written by Jeanne Fiedler
Posted on: Fri, 04 Oct 2013 08:04:26 +0000
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