You look at me like I'm nothing
Like I don't even exist
Like I'm full of hopeless hope
Or foggy, blurry mist
Like I'm dumb or ignorant
Like I'm strange or odd
But Karma likes to play a game
And you're her fishing rod
YOU ARE READING
Cabinets- Poetry Made by Me
PoetryThis is my very first collection of poems. All of these were brainstormed and made by me, the time and my mood differing for each. So if you'd like to take a little of your time to wander into Cabinets and take a peek, all of my apreciation goes to...
