little poem

I was watching an episode of Austin City Limits tonight and began to think about the difference between myself and the lady signing on stage.  I often find myself being overlooked by others who appear to value beauty above qualities not worn on the skin.  This is what came to mind...

Unseen

I am not beautiful people
I am not barefoot on tasseled rug
Tall or unreachable
I am not “entouraged” or boisterous
 
I am loyal, dependent
Silent
Honest
Things unseen
As unseen as I am to you

Hey, I really like your poem. It's very direct and honest. My fav lines are:

Things unseen
As unseen as I am to you

that really is how it is

Somnambulist said:

Hey, I really like your poem. It's very direct and honest. My fav lines are:

Things unseen
As unseen as I am to you

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Thanks!

Simple, yet thoughtful. Sad, but true. Nicely written

The first time I saw your face.. my heart stood still and then you said hello. 

From that I hope to God that every day. Was that first day I saw you..