When you have no say in what happens,
You become a spectator, a cold spectator;
Enduring the pain you are suffering,
You enjoy the plot as it unveils…
And finally you realize,
What is broken is not the mirror…
It is you.
When you have no say in what happens,
You become a spectator, a cold spectator;
Enduring the pain you are suffering,
You enjoy the plot as it unveils…
And finally you realize,
What is broken is not the mirror…
It is you.
It hurts!!
It is supposed to.
Yea, its hurts …..
Dinu,
Welcome to diovo.
good one!!
so… u into poetry too huh?
Tess,
Thanks.
the honesty of inevitability….