You're in the picture
Yes you are.
In every picture I've hanged on the wall.
There are two collages on my wall.
'Family' & 'Friends'
Where are you?
On both.
Because that's what you meant to me.
Family.
I have even more pictures of us on my wall than of me and my mom.
Funny isn't it?
You felt like family.
And now?
You're an stranger from the past..
'Somebody that I used to know.'
YOU ARE READING
Broken Stories
PoetryThis is a book full with poems. Poems with me in it. They're not really poems, they're just my thoughts. Things I want to say out loud, but things you just can't say.. --- I don't want attention, I don't need attention, I'm just putting this poems...
