Staring at my reflection
in the golden mirror,
asking myself
if I'll ever stop being a wallflower
and become a masterpiece.
YOU ARE READING
Pain on paper
PoetrySometimes I speak to you As if you were Still here, I Think it's called Poetry (David Jones)
Ten
Staring at my reflection
in the golden mirror,
asking myself
if I'll ever stop being a wallflower
and become a masterpiece.
