Silent mentor
They told me that I looked like you,
that I had your eyes.
Just one time when I look in a mirror,
I'd like to see that too.
Saint, sinner
the contrasting two.
You were a saint by knowing
what sin could do.
My model of an Angel,
silent mentor to me.
Everything I had,
turned to everything I want to be.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Paper Cut Eyes
PoesíaThese are just some of the poems I write. My emotions in writing.
