The Mirror Infront of Me
The face of an angle reflect in the mirror.
With wise eyes that can see a smart mind
With a big heart that can feel a warm spot
A real touch that can feel the death of a rose
Is that really me ? do i really look this way ?
I am beautiful
I am strong
I make mistakes i am wrong
I fear this mirror that i see
This big mirror infront of me
With a hard punch, the mirror cracks
Pain and brocken smiles reflect back
I dont except this feeling
This pain inside, theres no healing
Bloody nuckles and soft wet tears
Mirror mirror dont look at me
Copyright © Diadora Malary | Year Posted 2011
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