Hours of sand poured into my mirror
Distorting my concience
Distracting my vision
You stand behind me
I sit in front
Tied and bound
At first glance you smile
Tell me to thank you
Just to wait and see
A girl walks into view
Hands and feet shackled
Mouth gagged, but happy
You laugh,
Running your hands down my body
Embracing my naked ego
Until the mirror smashes
Im left staring at reflections
The shackled girl stares Back
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
To You From Me
PoesiaI write what I feel in the moment I feel it And write the words as I see them It's just A book of poems Maybe its worth a read to you, But also maybe its not. "The fixation of beauty is always looking through a telescope and always failing to see th...
