Damages
Face to face
Mirrors cracking between the irony
As the glasses fall
And my breath is lost
My eyes turn red
And my feet
can not seem to find the ground
My hands fighting to hold on
My body has given up
But my soul remains intact
I just don't know about yours.
Copyright © Anthea Ghobede | Year Posted 2017
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