You make me feel naked,
When you look at me, I am exposed,
Like a fresh wound,
Electrical wire.
My head is numb,
You make me unable to talk,
I have gone dumb
My mouth is dry as chalk.
You claim to see me for who I am,
For who I could become.
You seeing me,
You are manipulating
Myself is changing.
Am I dreaming,
Are you living,
Can it be that I am not living a lie?
Am I no longer invisible,
But is this relationship going to last,
Will I become a phase of yours?
Will I become a memory of the past?
Maybe I am one of your broken toys.
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Shards of the Soul
PoetryHere are a collection of poems that I have written over the years. The poems grow as do the collection of experiences grow. Once I feel that they are completed I will upload them on here. Please leave comments and share with your friends, I would a...
