I only saw myself as
a leak on a glass,
a crack on a wall,
a hole on a roof,
and a stain on a clothe
I was sure I was something
no one would want to have
YOU ARE READING
A Diary
PoésieSee how the world could be sketched into words and how poetry could find a missing soul.
was i a mistake
I only saw myself as
a leak on a glass,
a crack on a wall,
a hole on a roof,
and a stain on a clothe
I was sure I was something
no one would want to have
