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07-07-05, 08:50 PM
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My Mirror Image
IP:
My Mirror Image
The mirror was reflective of my emotions Pale face, blue lips, fingertips touching devotion. Making motions to recite a letter, written anew, Spoken to few, It’s been hidden from you. Hidden from view, the mirror was only reflective In a defective perspective…I read my objective, “If I could be selective, baby, I’d always do you right, I’d hold your hand in the day, and not just the night. Let’s end the fighting, girl, I never meant to go wrong, I thought we had something special, I even wrote it in song. But yet we don’t get along, it’s the same in your dreams Because you know I’m watching you, even when you sleep.” A sigh of relief fogged the mirror with vapors, As I tossed my poem onto a stack of newspapers. It tapered off as interest in the mirror was created. The pupils beneath my stretched eyelids were dilated. Remained jaded, awaiting to enlighten my girl, Prepared my poem again… For she was my world. I reached for the poem but the news line jolted my spine, “Stalker shot down while out of line on Bryne Drive”. The clock read 10:35, I had heard nothing prior to then. The mirror copied my move and applied lipstick again. Curling my hair with a pen, a nervous wreck… The temp hit the deck as a chill ran down my neck. I needed some comfort, so I got up to leave, “Wait… what the fuck? Oh God, this isn’t me”. I walked down the hall, while looking into the mirror The reflection was clear… I had simply disappeared. I was never a thing to her, just a creep at most… But she’ll always hear my poems… For I am a ghost.
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Spilled Inc.  -I write my dreams on a foggy window and watch them slowly fade away.-
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