Lying on the bed
Closed my eyes
Expectations haunted me
I remembered all those lies!
Sitting at the beach
Sunset is what I was feeling
Thinking about all good times
Now I find myself reeling!
Standing in front of the mirror
Mirror that reflected the inner me
Washed my face slapped myself
Now all I want is to set myslef free!
My soul had died before
Now I was like a model of clay
I wanted peace
I wanted to run away!
I wanted to be alone
I wanted to flit
So I decided to run
I decided to quit!
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Little Do You Know
PoesíaThe smile we let the other see while we are dying a little everyday.. The collection of poems hard and clear about what hurts Orginal and selfwritten.
