I saw winter but she saw summer.
I was out in the rain while she was seeing colors.
Her cup was always half full...mine was half empty.
YOU ARE READING
When I can't breathe
PoetryMy poetry is an escape. Others may find meaning and define my poetry in their own way. There will also be spanish translations. (También hay una traducción al español para algunos de mis poemas gracias a Damian Laurent)
