The mirror looks
the pictures
I took
all displaying a face
yet my own thoughts are scattered
the I that was
now out of place
what a bitter taste
YOU ARE READING
A Madman's Attempt at Writing
PoesíaNothing to see here. Just a guy writting down his misery. Please move along
WHO? ME?
The mirror looks
the pictures
I took
all displaying a face
yet my own thoughts are scattered
the I that was
now out of place
what a bitter taste
