Eyes, it is said,
Are windows to the soul
Yet yours seem shielded
The window, closed and locked
Nothing gets in or out
No tears ever shed
No sight to change your heart
Your eye's cannot be windows
When I cannot see inside
That's why, I guess,
They call you Mirror Eyes
Author notes
Not really sure where this came from. For the first prompt, if you couldn't have guessed that.
A contest entry
- Something a Little Bit Different by SomeGirlYouKnew.
1200 points, ended December 14, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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i like what you did with the prompt, it's really unique, and quite beautiful, it's a little short but i like that way best of luck in the contest
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Oh So Good. I love this one.
Magnificent. Wonderful job. Liebe it.
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Really cool concept, very well done. It is nice that is is short but holds all the information you need. Good luck matage.
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really good write
my suggestion if you go back to to expand on the idea of mirrors
but overall wonderful good luck in the contest bet will win a trophy -
yeah i guessed it ^_^
well written and nice use of rhythm.
thanks for entering, and good luck!
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