*title*

i see faces wrapped with much felicity,
i know, there should be much joy beforehand.
i see faces cloaked with misery,
i know, probably quandaries paid her a visit.
i see faces portrayed curiosity,
i know, at least he cares and the thing matters.
i see faces manisfest insecurities,
worrying for what she do not possess.


but really,
do i really know what is it i suppose to see?
irrigate me.