I can see the tears you cry.
I can see them building up, wanting to burst forth, and stream down your cheek like a river.
I can see a shimmering teardrop
falling.
Mascara running down your face in black streaks.
And manicured hands struggle to wipe them away.
I can see the roots of your hair.
Dark roots to remind you
of your dark past.
I can see you pushing your past away,
Coating your beautiful brown locks in more blond dye
To be like all of them.
But I can see your old
imperfect
self. It is lying there under the lines of makeup.
Waiting for you to unlock its jail cell
Stop pushing it away
And set it free.
I can see the roots of your hair.
I can see the tears you cry.
Please comment if you have time! I would love to know what you think of my poem! :D
Comments
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This is a really beautiful poem. It's a bit cliche, but very tastefully done. I love the last two lines, there is a metaphoric sense about them that I really love. Great job!
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Did the roots of your hair come from the fountain / morgans poem? And does this correlate to anything in real life, figuratively? My first impression was wow. And then i thought of someone who fit perfectly here. I like it a lot and i cant think of anything to critisize it =]
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