Beyond the surface.

So this my first attempt at writing a poem since like middle school/early high school... Be honest.

Beyond the Surface.

There's more than the eye can see,
Beyond the surface of that face;
Often we assume what may be
Not wanting to slow our pace.

That woman you rushed by;
Conceals a story worth telling.
Even though she may deny,
There's more than what's showing.

There's more than the eye can see,
Beyond the surface of that face;
Often we assume what may be
Not wanting to slow our pace.

The man standing over there;
who appears to be content.
Sings a song, only he's aware.
The song inside that won't relent.

There is more than what they see;
to that beautiful face of yours.
Though it is hard, please tell your story.
The time it takes are precious hours.

What would happen if we took the time;
Exploring beyond the surface
Searching for more than a dime.
Realizing there is more to that face.