I can see through my glasses
Like a sailor sees through his scope
And tear your pretty lies up
With one good close up
Your lies, you see, are like pieces of glass
They are sharp
And pierce through the human heart
They are clear
Easy to see through and take apart
They are clay
For you to mold into a work of art
But boy, don't you see,
I'm like a lion on the prowl
Watching you and your little game
And figuring out where to aim
I'm soaring like a bird
Free to fly away from your grasp
To fly away from your negativity
To fly away from your captivity
With every flap of my beautiful wings
For lies build up like trash,
They start to stink
And it gets harder to hide with each passing day
Harder to hide and keep at bay
Inside the depths of your cold heart
So, dear I'll repeat myself for you
Listen
I can see through my glasses,
Like a sailor sees through his scope
YOU ARE READING
Mirror in Front of Me
Poetry" You stand there, as life less as a doll, as still as the night, watching me with, those sorrowful eyes,"- From the poem, And you whisper... "Mirror in Front of Me" is a collection of poetry where I am able to express myself figuratively where sim...
