first I had not
noticed your facade
had I not always
known something odd?
the way you used
the excuses
the way you turned
everything with bruises
while you say
to admire your wrong
have you ever done
it yourself, are you strong?
so strong you tell to be
so strong you say
so strong you call yourself
blurs me night and day
YOU ARE READING
Talking heart
PoesíaTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.
