Behind these glasses
Are my eyes
Hiding secrets
Seeing lies
Silent windows to the soul
Broken memories no one knows.
Behind these glasses
Locked away
Are the prices
I’ve had to pay.
Hushed disguises, small surprises
Broken memories no one knows.
YOU ARE READING
Poems as Strange as Llamas
PoetryA book of poems that are, Good and bad, Happy and sad. Loving and wondering. Hateful and pondering. Mysterious and curious. Angry and furious. Words from the heart, Each taking their part, To open the world, From the eyes of two girls.
