by Warwick Allen
Wednesday, 30 September 2015
The whites in your eyes
The dim mirror hides
So close, out of shot
So much, not a lot
Let's talk about this
Little fox, my nemisis
The thief is out there
The thief is in here
Tell me, who are you?
I know, already knew
Saw through cheap disguise
The soul in your eyes
Is gone, do you miss it?
But mine, you won't get it
But mine, it's well kept
