Looking into the mirror
My reflection is no surprise,
It may have been to you had you seen it,
But for me
It is how I picture my face:
A lone tear sliding down my left cheek,
Those memories slipping away,
The mirror keeps my secrets
The only one who knows my truths.
My frown turns into a smile
As I turn from my hiding place
And I laugh with everyone,
Pretending everything’s ok.
The mirror will never tell,
My mysteries soak into it and disappear
Only to be called forth by me.
If only you could see
All of my thoughts,
Maybe then you would care
And look my way once in awhile.
We’ve grown apart
And I pretend to not notice,
Because other than me
Only the mirror has.














Comments
Yep.
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May we meet again in paradise.
you know that makes them nothing alike...its like it but changed so much no one can tell...hmmm? maybe that means they're nothing alike.
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May we meet again in paradise.
Very good. I like the mirror idea.
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BIENVENIDOS A MIS PANTALONES!
Te amo con todo mi alma y corazón, pero solamente por cinco minutos. Pero por diez dólares, te amo toda la noche
Go to ~writers-in-progress it's awsum!
godd job(???) ^^a
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BIENVENIDOS A MIS PANTALONES!
Te amo con todo mi alma y corazón, pero solamente por cinco minutos. Pero por diez dólares, te amo toda la noche
Go to ~writers-in-progress it's awsum!
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