my smile is warm,
When my lips will quiver,
my eyes mist over as my arms can hold only me.
When I seem like I’m hurting
…like something got thru the armor.
…like I am just as real and flawed as the next person.
Sometimes I think people forget there’s reality…
…and they judge on what they think they saw in me…
…in those “Sometimes” times.
Looking up as always…