I peak in the looking glass to see
Just who is staring back at me
A smile upon a golden face
That's not right, it's out of place
Radiant eyes shine so bright
But deeper, all I see is night
Skin aglow of copper tones
Yet knowing just a bag of bones
Manicured hair of auburn red
Somehow, though, I still feel dead
I stare into the glass with care
Still wondering what I'm seeing there
I know this image is not real
How can it be? It's not what I feel
Perhaps a wish, maybe a dream?
In the looking glass, things aren't what they seem
I ask though, why do my eyes lie
To shatter the glass as I cry
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Ahh, feeling shitty today.
Written November 7th, 2006
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Thank you Adrian, appreciate the comments.
Storm -
A beautiful sad write Storm, well written
Adrian -
Writing what I feel seems to come easy when I feel it. Thanks for the comments Sandy, appreciate it.
Storm -
Ms.Storm,
I think you can write about anything at any given time..wow!
Awesomely written, hon and I hope you're soon feeling better! -
Thank you for the comment, much appreciated.
Storm -
This may be one of my favorites poems.
It really flows. Start to finish.
Good choice of words.
"Radiant eyes"
"I stare into the glass with care"
"Skin aglow of copper tones"
Truly amazing :].
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