And you said the darkness was inside of me,
but all that I asked you for was fate.
A twisted smile was left alone inside a shadowy box,
And it was the weapon of choice which was left there.
I believe inside of myself there is a clue,
it must be this rapid fear of discovery.
For I am not as great as you,
you must be better your fabric more solid.
Or perhaps it is just that I am a curse,
no matter what I am a picture in your mirror.
So shatter it with all your might,
and leave me, I love to bleed.
Please tell me what you think
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awesome
This poem does not rhyme, nor does it need to, because poetry is not about the "rules". This short poem is so full of mystery and palpable emotion - that it pierces my soul - and makes me "bleed" also. Don't ever forget that the musings of your soul, are only a mirror for the rest of us. Please keep writing, your poetry is needed by the world.
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