On your grave, my beautiful beloved;
Rests a mirror in which you have broken.
You would always use it wisely to see
If you looked perfect, perfect 'till death.
Alas, it was the only thing you had looked to...
The only thing you had faith in was your looks!
If you could have averted your eyes for one minute,
Only once, I promise! To see the tears in my eyes.
This mirror you have broken to use for your own
Self-harming intention... I can forgive you, but why?
Why, my beautiful beloved, would you leave me behind?
To writhe in pain day after day?
A silent suicide you have committed, a crime in which
Brings about immortal pain for all survivors...
If only you could now see the pain in my heart --
If only you knew not the beauty of your outside;
But of your inner being as well.
Author notes
Remember your beauty on the inside... not just the outside.
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Love for this poem. Would applaud like I usually do but I think I'm running low on points or some shiz. XD
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Hehe, thanks!
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Welcome to Allpoetry
The pain of looking into a mirror and detesting what you see is that so many others look at you and see more then you are ever able to... I learned this the hard way.
I hope that others find the wisdom in your words
Welcome to the site, enjoy
Faerie
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