I am hidden in the walls,
everyone sees me
as a part of the background,
I blend into the paper and glue,
the flowers imprinted in full bloom,
piano keys miss me
as much as I miss you.
Helpless. I am invisible here,
I must hide underneath beds,
hide underneath
tables underneath educated women
here, child, I am clear and see through.
About Me
- Guerrilla Libre
- This is literally my internet notebook. My thoughts at the moment, the words that come straight from my brain to my fingertips tapping on the keyboard to you.
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