Saturday, January 5, 2019
Who I am not
And then I look at that mirror and I see who I am not. I am not a slave nor a princess. Life has not been easy and I fight to survive. I am not an object of pleasure nor an ornament in someone's table. I am not graceful nor sweet, although Sometimes I could be. I am not elegant nor fancy, no skinny and not talI, and definitively I am not rich but if I see someone in more need than I have, then I give from my nothingness. I am not the idiot you think, if you fooled me is because I choosed to be fooled. Love does things like that. I am not perfect, no one is, but I strive to be better...I am not wise but I hope to be...someday when I grow up...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
A Second Chance
365 days we go, Round and around The brighten sun And we end at the exact Same point we were In the past year... But the canvas Is once ag...
-
I wish that your mornings Be bright, with clear skies That you walk in good paths And that you might have Many reasons to smile I wish that...
-
son dos ventanas al cielo negro de tu alma...!
-
Hence with each cloud that passes by Pass as well my life Playful little white Puffy bright running In a spring like sky...
No comments:
Post a Comment