Am I made of glass?
Because your eyes always seem to pass mine.
I hope that one day you would look at me
And not right through me.
Sometimes you use me like a mirror,
One you know will always say all the good
Never..
Never...
The bad
How could I ?
So maybe it's true,
I am made of glass,
Cause every time you look pass.
I shatter once more.
Jess🌹
YOU ARE READING
Auxilia🌹
Poesia"He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life." - George Sand, from The Devil's Pool. "Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from em...
