Surroundings
A pure reflection I see in thee
Reminds me of what I used to be
Silly how gold turns into stone
In the end you are left all alone
Reflections hide truth
But I say they are lies
How much youth
Can be sold for a price?
Behind the mirror a secret hides
Away from the stars curiosity
Will I know what it provides?
Only then may I escape atrocity
A wall does not complete
Without a story tell
It cannot obsolete
When there is no way,
For it to yell
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Postat av: NuYu
Vackert och insiktsfullt, med ett bra flyt.
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