Filled up to the tip.
But thats the only part thats seen
Like an iceberg, underwater..
Her heart is filled up,
with emotions of every color.
But only the grays are shown.
The Love in her heart
Reds and pinks and never,
never shown to the world.
The Happiness inside,
Greens and Blues and hidden,
hidden from all view.
The hate toward all
Purples and yellows and obscured,
obscured from the people around
Only the grays in her world
Only here meaningless emotions
ever seem to surface.
Just the same as..
The tip of the iceberg,
the only part shown.
... and now the ocean's melting.
Her true colors will soon show,.
Her emotions.. will surface..
like an iceberg floating,
floating to the surface.,
As tall as a glacier.
as wide as a mountain
All emotion will show.
*-*-*
not really sure where this fits.. lol. oh well. RRC's'd be appreciated greatly
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Well, well, well. This is pretty interesting. You can describe pretty dang good! I usually don't like poems that don't rhyme, but you pulled off impressing me without it. ;) I like how you did '...' it makes my feel as if I'm difting. You did an amazing job.