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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1505616
A mirrors' view... what's seen...
Mirror, mirror,

You are standing against the wall.

I look into you to see me

But my eyes they do fall.



Mirror, my mirror,

Oh how i wish you were my friend.

But there's no one looking back at me

When it is i that is looking in.



Mirror, oh mirror,

Why must this be?

When i look into your cold, cold glass

i can see none of me.



i see what was,

And all who have shared in this sad old core,

But i can see not i.

For i am no more.



Though there is always a tomorrow

On life's most wavy shore.

For me, i can see not a ripple

As i stand here on this lonely floor.



I am here looking in to see what image there is left of me,

But i can find there is not a trace.

For when i look into your cold and rigid stare,

I can see there is only an old stranger's face.



Mirror, poor mirror,

How i could feel for thee

You stand here looking out, and what do you see?

Is it, could it, could it really be me?



Mirror, you silly mirror,

all there is i feel is your cold and icy glaze.

Is this all there is for me,

for the rest of my days?



Mirror, my poor, poor mirror,

i look in and i can no longer endure.

Oh, with my bloody, bloody hands i look down;

Now, you are merely shards of glass lying on the floor.



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