Sincere
Life use to be simple. Emotions clear.
Friends were friends, nothing to fear.
The kiss of a friend, the shake of a hand.
They were all signs of a friend, an honest man.
But now I look in your face and wonder what you hide.
Wonder what you really think, when you confide.
Now I no longer trust what I'm told.
Now that I'm no longer young but old.
I look deep into your face, trying to place
The words you say, wondering what parts you erase.
Trying to see through the layers of wax.
Wondering what parts of you are real and which are fake.
Wish I could light a candle, and watch it all melt.
So I can see what you really meant, what you really felt.
Tired of people, covered in wax, trying to pas what twasn't.
Wish I could go back to a time where wax wasn't.
Wanna be able to step in and know you mean it.
I wanna know that you really feel it.
What will I see, if I melt your wax away?
Is it really you who I'll find at the end of the day?
Are you a person sincere, without wax.
Or have you coated white wax over the black?
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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