• davidrodriguez 10w


    Head over heals
    I should conceal it
    Solomon's Achilles
    I saw a mirror
    Reflected back my blind spots
    Detected all my motives that I had shouldered
    Under premises probably destined for corrosion
    It left me so cold
    So much further from five below
    So much burden I wasn't shown
    But now I see
    Less of a statement,  more of plea
    Let me live as I was truly made to be
    Fixed upon perfection
    Yet broken to my own defenses
    A word to pick me up
    A word to say my search is done