She would stare at the mirror, looking for more imperfections, all night long.
She'd gaze at the rays of the morning sun,
wondering how and why it all went wrong.
She closes her eyes as she sees flowers, blooming with warmth on a wide field.
She opens them and thinks what she can do to attain all that she ever need.
A broken skin reminds her of every scar she attained through the years.
The battles she fought, the blood that flowed continuously, along with tears.
A broken mind reminds her that happiness is a dangerous myth---of this she's aware.
Life is a strange place to be, a stained dress that one can no longer wear.
She would stare at her reflection, thinking about what she could've been.
She would cry before sleep, thinking when she could be seen.
A broken mind and broken skin remains to terrify her each waking morning.
She's clueless of what to be, what to do-‐-full of thoughts that won't stop lingering.
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Wanderings: Life And Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems about life, love, and all the complexity that surrounds them. These works are unedited.
