stare into a puddle
untouched or tainted
a perfect reflection
of imperfection
a heart skips a beat
drops hit the puddle
when tears start to fall
the ruined imperfection
of a hearts first glance
is all but the end
but of the new
imperfection
Author notes
soul of the eyes i really couldn't tell you what its about
A contest entry
- To Start Things Off... by Simply Simple.
300 points, ended July 2, 2008, 23 entries
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amazing
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thats beautiful very powerful love it
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i love this peace and makes perfect sence so long you keep your mind open
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it seems full of meaning, yet it really has nothing to do with anythin
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Me likey. It's a bit different. It's something that almost makes sense but isn't really supposed to. I guess it's left open to interpretation. Nice work.
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i like it ... seems sad but wth its good... better than my stuff lol
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