Life or illusion
Call it how you want.
Stop for a second
And think about it.
Products of your imagination
Maybe can be.
Lost in the hallways of
Your mind and memories.
Confuse of all the theories
Of my existence.
And who put me
In this world.
Cross the looking glass
And see the world
In another perspective.
Little things can make
A big difference.
Soft lips, innocent eyes,
My reflection in the glass.
Who said you i
Need to get in?
I'm always inside, looking you grow
Day a day behind the mirrors.
Don't be afraid,
I'm not that bad, I only
Have this defect in me.
YOU ARE READING
Beyond The Scenes; Poems
PoetryI tried, I waited, I'm done, Love faded. Your messages Filling my head And my phone I like you You don't You like me I don't And here goes again the same old story of love.
