borrowed life
Category: Writing and Poetry
Looked at my hands with borrowed eyes a body wont break, stubborn to die i dont recognize it , full of lies A skin that fits too tight a poor disguise. Stared at the mirror at the face i wear she's alway there , always stare her smile too wide but she doesn't blink my body feels heavy my soul starts to sink A sharp grip from her fist makes you wonder if you even exist Am i dreaming or this ... » Continue Reading