Tops.

A smile is something we know

Never as cold as snow

If anger is that assumed color

The sun is bold with laughter

His eyes hypnotize in the day

Sometimes I am curious

If there is lost things gone

Are they disapearing

With precious feelings

What is hiding there

What is it concealing

Another door hidden

Behind some eyes

She is

At the top of the

Stairs

She seemed like any

Girl

Things hide in light

Girl