How do you think you know me?
You say that you can read me by my face,
When in actuality what I think,
Only a fragment comes out in what I say.
Don’t you hear them?
“Beware of the girl with the golden stare;
What she says
Is not all that she contemplates.
Like an iceberg,
Only a percent ever breaks the surface.”
Yes, that’s me
The girl of a 1000 thoughts, a 1000 desires
But only a word
Of them will ever escape my mouth.