Mirrors
Wed, 5 Sep 2007 at 07:01pm
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Mirrors, reflecting, revealing,
my every little flaw.
A nick, a scratch,
a broken shard,
and only swirling dark confusion beyond.
But one...
One mirror holds your visage,
meticulously detailing you
with all the beauty
that I held so dear.
I reach out to you, through
the reflecting glass,
but it shatters as I knew it would.
After all, you are a piece of me.
A piece that is broken and sharp,
and cuts deep when I try to hold it,
because I let it fall.
I let it break.
I let you go.
And now I bleed,
bleed with my breaths,
bleed with my tears,
and all of it for you.
Mirrors...
broken like my heart.
And I only hurt more the
more I try to pick up the pieces,
the broken pieces of the
broken mirror, inside
my broken heart, that loved you so.
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2007-09-05
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2007-10-06
Very nice, this is somewhat unrelated, but props for using the word 'visage'.
I did like this one.
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2007-10-06
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