POEMS Why Troll Puddles My Face Caterwual A Blessing Construction Broken Hearts

My Face My face isn't mine I can only see you and the edges that line where my eyes peep through I can make my face smile I can laugh I can frown I can share how I fell with the peolple around but I look in a mirror to see my reflection the image is clear but beyound recognition of how my face felt just moments ago how you see me I'll never know