Ayah .H
Do I take a whirling tornado
For a gentle breeze?
Do I pretend that the burning flames are nothing more than a summers heat?
Do I believe what I've actually lost is still within my reach?
Do I pretend to not see?
Or is my vision actually blurred
When it comes to seeing the world for what it is?
22/10/2019
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Breakfast With Suns And Tears
PoetryPoetry. "As you can see I am made of glass You can break me to pieces But know this You will never walk away unscathed Without a promise of a scar And a blood trail left behind " Ayah .H
