A Penny for my Thoughts, By Sarah Currie-Lewis

You see my words, Yet my mouth does not move, I send chills through the body of my readers from the body of my pages the goose bumps that spread across a listeners skin is the Braille for the blind, For if you cannot see my words, a glance still dilates your pupils. Because of my depth of thought, I been found to be complicated and complex, but I am able to ease one’s mind by my words. For only if a man seen me mentally before physically, because I would love to fall in love with a man by truth not by sight. Looks are deceiving, but my words are virtous. I stand by the belief that “Truth hurts but is a lie supposed to feel good?”, I never been the one to mope over a sad song, why do we listen to saddedned lyrics if we know the reminiscing will inflict pain. When I begin to hurt, this is what I write.