There’s not a mark on you
No bruises or broken bones
Old by looking into you eyes can one tell
Eyes that are void of all emotion
What he did you is hidden
He did the worst crime there is
A crime that has no punishment
Countless have suffered like you
staring into your eyes I shudder
Looking in is what scares me
In your eyes there in no soul
Wait...there it is...or is it?
No I see what he’s done
He’s raped your soul
Blinking, your eyes refocus
I life my hand to you
When my fingers touch your face...
The cool glass of the mirror
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Written September 15th, 2006
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"I life my hand to you
When my fingers touch your face...
The cool glass of the mirror"
These lines hit home for me. This is an amazing poem about something thats hard for a lot of people to talk about,much less express like this. I like the honesty of this piece.
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There’s not a mark on you
No bruises or broken bones
Old by looking into you eyes can one tell
Eyes that are void of all emotion
What he did you is hidden
He did the worst crime there is
A crime that has no punishment
Countless have suffered like you
staring into your eyes I shudder
Looking in is what scares me
In your eyes there in no soul
Wait...there it is...or is it?
No I see what he’s done
He’s raped your soul
Blinking, your eyes refocus
I life my hand to you
When my fingers touch your face...
The cool glass of the mirror
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great work of art -
amazing!
amazing! the twist at the end was inspireing! truely it was. sent shivers down my spine!!
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