There is a
Distorted image,
A blurred reflection.
Waiting behind
The veiled mirror.
For potential discovery
Of a perspective recovery.
YOU ARE READING
Hopelessly
PoetryThe difference between this time and others, Is that they were all wrong. This feeling keeps me up at night Because it once felt so right. But it took me so long To find out I was wrong. And there you go again, Pulling at heartstrings. Once again, c...
