For What Lies Hidden

A collection of all my poetry in an order I think makes reading it even more fun and exciting.


101. Something New

My eyes are like an automatic camera

Forever devouring the images of this world.

My ears are like a voice recorder

Remembering every single sound they encounter.

My nose is like a scent collector

Absorbing all the smells I find.

My mouth is like a chef's kitchen

All sweet and savory tastes tingling there.

But you, you are like nothing else,

Something new and perfect in it too.

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