I picked a fight and lost the rest
I picked you from an uneasy guess
"Are you the one with your brown eyes?"
The picture of a mirror, the pounding of my heart
A small child hiding behind a man,
I jump headfirst into your sea,
let those waves wash over me and with every breath I lost
you regained some for me,
A beautiful friendship, survival for the dreams,
"Are you the one with your crooked smile?"
beautiful teeth like yours are hard to find,
in a world where all that is broken turns into unwanted
Wish you could lay here, guard you against all that is corrupted
YOU ARE READING
FACELESS
No FicciónCome along and live many lives. The Faceless have laid their secrets just for you; their stories and conversations filled with life drip from the pages; guard this book close to your heart, for your secrets might be on it too.
