I saw a little girl in the mirror
her cold gaze locked mine
unable to discern any emotions emanated
when I glance her hands
which is holding a crimson box
she seems trying to give it to me
I seem to take it
when suddenly a cascade of blood
flowing through down my hands
when I look up I saw her deadly eyes
dripping with blood
Eyes that lost its spark
I could my hairs of my skin stood
I don't know if I should keep that box or not
When I was about to ask her
there's no trace or a sight of her
only left a mirror that shows my own reflection
with a fearful look in my face
I look the box again
if I should open or not
but I opened it anyways
A beating torned heart revealed
and everything disappeared
that's the time I woke up
from a dream that I thought
just a dream
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PoesíaʙしAǸĸ pAＧ㉫ The blank page on the table, Compelled me to write About the things that happen Without my might. Like the shining of the Sun And the twinkling of the stars. Of the heaven-like beauty In the universe spread so far. About mother nature An...
