All the pages of my life were not always blank,
I'm the book that they never read.
It was a hardcover.
You've lost it and now I can't recover.
Those pages that you tore,
Were the tales of my yore.
I had stories to share,
But you never let anyone near.
I could read you so easily,
Even when they despised you strongly.
Then why was I so difficult to read?
It was english not spanish indeed.
YOU ARE READING
Dust
Poesia[Featured by Wattpad poetry] 'When the difficulties of life become hard to bear, A mask of happiness I wear.' A collection of poems written by me.
