Twenty-something years,
twenty-something tears.
Used to douse the fire,
leaving ashes born to retire.
A smile masked in guile.
So hard to stay alone,
When i'm stalked by a clone.
In a mirror's reflection,
there's a glare that owns no attention.
You've read books to learn me.
You've said words to burn me.
You've tread waters to float with me.
You've bled a rock, that I just learned was me.
So tragic,
Would you agree?
Mirror imagery,
Has such a nasty way,
of displaying mistaken identities.
A sad smile of fixed disarray.
Like magic for none to see.
Smoke and mirrors may be my thing.
When 7 years is the cost to blind this sting.
2006-07-29
14:32:45
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thanx guys I appreciate the positive feedback.
2006-07-29
14:42:00 ·
update #1