he is a master
at all things fake,
his smile is stunning
as he drowns in a lake.
he is perfect
at being him,
his heart is so pure
as lies spill down his chin.
he is the best
at being happy,
but at the end of the day
all he is, is empty.
Footprints of the Soul//Poem...
koelin28
we all leave footprints wherever we go a piece left behind of what we know Еще