I lived in a lie
a very big lie
where anyone said something beautiful
like a whiff of air
but empty and feeble
like an ampoule.
Where anyone loved me
the same me who
they put a finger on now.
The same me who believed
and now is just so tired.
Tired of all the words of glass
the plastic face
the tin heart
the people made of veil.
YOU ARE READING
Strani pensieri.
General Fictiontutto ciò che c'è nella mia testa in prosa e non. si tratta di me stessa, con i miei ricordi, le mie emozioni, entrambi sia positivi sia negativi. buona lettura.
