Your face,
Distorted
By the butterflies,
Tiny wisps of memory
Obscuring
The true picture
From sight.
Your face,
Distorted
By the chains
Of bitter regret,
Not behaving
Correctly,
Logically.
Your face,
Distorted
By complications,
Of my sober mind,
Not thinking,
Not facing facts,
Or my mistake.
Your face,
Distorted
By harsh judgements
I make
Without ration
Ignoring
The truth.
Your face,
Distorted
By the cascading waterfalls
That creates
A facade
Over
My honest feelings.
Your face,
Distorted
Yet so pure,
So innocent,
Encountering sorrow,
Too many questions
That I cannot answer.
Your face,
Beautiful,
An honest representation
Of what’s behind
The mask
To the essence
Of your world.
i really enjoyed this poem. somehow it's full of truths that are poignant. people's faces are really distorted by our thoughts and judgements on them. i liked this poem thou i found the use of repetition abit too much:P cheers! and keep up the good work!