You’re not the red on your forehead or your palms
but the red that you bleed but no one sees.
You’re not the black mascara that you put on your eyes,
but the smoky eyes gifted by your sleepless nights.
You’re not a noise in the crowd,
but the sound that resonates in people’s minds.
You’re not a glitter in the sky,
you’re the north star that has always guided you.
You’re not a mere fantasy,
you’re the thought that sparks imagination.
You’re not just a part of someone’s life,
You are the complete piece of You.