looking at the world
through my looking glass
i can see my future
i can see me past
i can see the pain
i can see the tears
tears mingle in the rain
pain is lost o the fear
drip drip drip
tick tick tick
the looking glass tranforms
it is now an ocean
i swim in the crimson stream
i smell the mettalic roses
i feel the grass wither beneath me
turns out this looking glass
is the flash before my eyes
my life passes through me
no more hurtfull lies.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Well, I love the title, (reminds me of Alice in Wonderland or something.) But the poem was seemingly lyrical to me! I don't know if you intended it to me that way, but I thought it was really good.
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mmm
juxtaposition 'metalic roses'
tis much goot yah
I saw your mother yesterday
feel better yes?
x
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