"I love you."
"You are beautiful."
"You're only perfect as you."
I whisper, slightly tearful.
My reflection cannot echo.
It only stares back.
The mirror will never say, "hello,"
Will never say, "I love you," back.
But that doesn't matter to me.
Impossible things won't happen,
So I simply leave them be.
I don't care what'll happen.
I am fearful.
I have secrets.
My tearful
Heart holds regrets.
"I love you."
"You are beautiful."
"You're only perfect as you."
I whisper, slightly tearful.
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For Those in Pain
PoetryEverybody hurts at one time or another. Life is filled with pain and sorrow. It is the darkness that clouds our minds, and attacks our hearts. Sometimes, the pain can not be adequately expressed in words. But we try to find the words to explain ours...
