"Hi !"
Said that little girl to her reflection on the mirror
She's happy,
She's so happy
But only one that she doesn't know,
Her feelings
She asked to her reflection on the mirror,
"Do I.....honestly....."
She shakes her head,
Maybe sometimes, if the time already wants her to know.
Then she is going to know.
🖤autumn
YOU ARE READING
autumn's journal
Poesíaanything for everything from the rise and fallen of something. poems about the pain of living and growing up.
