And that poor wolf,
Burdened with that child,
If she were made to choose
Between the outcast and another,
The boy would be gone.
And that poor boy,
Knowing he would always be below them,
Split his soul in half between
Unwanted and unloved;
Choice and circumstance.
One day,
You will stop pretending.
I'm waiting.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Shattered Reflections
Poesía"There was a moment in my life when I could not tell the difference between a window and a mirror. I could look into both and see everything but myself." Rudy Francisco, Helium - Windows and Mirrors A diary of sorts, to help me to remember.
