The Photographer
How many emptiness have you seen? Where have you been? Stuck in one of his sin? From selfhatred, to low selfesteem Where have you been? As it gets to you A reflection being exposed Eyes and appearances, and you The photographer When it gets to you It captures you So he captures Left broken treasures Scales can not measure His soul, captures the worlds it´s treasure Forever Did the world let you down, Did the people you loved made you frown, Did you left For honesty and the best? What is ´the best´