I walk past life's mirrors
And I see your face, not mine
Staring clear back at me
Void of place and time
A tear rolls down your cheek
Opening a floodgate of emotion
Come here, take my arms, love
Rhyme's the wrong potion
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(2009-3-9)
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a good piece of poetry, i think of age here, there is no rhyme or reason when we catch ourselves for a second; skin a different shade to how we see ourselves in mind.


