Behind these mirrors are 2 stories, long and small
One where he finishes and
One where he falls.
The first resided in an imperfect world.
An unbalanced chaos.
An unstoppable despair.
With absolute impact,
Though, he was filled with valor,
He smiled through it everyday as the medal of his heart only grew bigger
Until finally, he had found her.
The imperfect her.
A chaotic her.
A her with utter despair.
And a with true impact.
Whilst the second resided in a crystal world.
A world of no crime.
A world of nothing to put him down.
He felt too lonely.
He decides to fall, but
The world screamed at him, in horror
They witnessed him, up in the building roof.
"Please do not make this choice absolute!" A man shouted
He closed his eyes, there he goes.. away
But he did not feel the floor or his body's decay.
Instead the world beneath him shattered into million pieces
As the world he lived in was perfect, he was the only one that was different.
And so he had cut himself from the rest.
As he had finally laid himself waste.
Not even trying his best
So he had fallen
Whilst the other has
Risen
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Qwarzystal Poetry
Poetry[A compilation of Poems I made, I make poems with little rhyme whatsoever but make them subliminal or with stories.]
