game over
where did all my
youth, my youth
go by?
where did all the time,
the time go by?
it wasn't me who wasn't
exposing myself to the world
it was the world who had
forgotten the youth
they've moved on
and now the only truth
i know well
is my name
i knew i couldn't tame
the game - it was like
my neck on a chain
and with blood, i saw
the words written so
clearly on the mirror
suddenly i wonder
who wrote it?
who was that girl
who was staring
back at me?
then it came
the game spelled
out and my fatality
was already written
on the mirror
it's over
game over
ESTÁS LEYENDO
that girl
PoesíaRemember that girl who sat alone? With a notebook and feather pen in hand? Well she was writing poetry about everything she saw, thought and went through. HIGHEST RANKING: #299 in poetry Started on [5/9/16] copyright: all rights reserved 2016
