Me
I have not yet attained to understand me,
For who am I is still a mystery to myself.
In the mirror my reflection is what I see.
Eyes that hides secrets in a shelf.
YOU ARE READING
Grave Of Her Thoughts
PoetryMy mouth can't tell what my brain speaks, and so i let my hand write the unspoken.
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Me
I have not yet attained to understand me,
For who am I is still a mystery to myself.
In the mirror my reflection is what I see.
Eyes that hides secrets in a shelf.
