The mirrored glass reflects a frequent sight,
A form displayed for eyes I cannot see,
More often than a bloom in pure delight,
A fragile bloom the wishes not to be.
Yet roses sweet, the velvet soft design,
I covet them with longing deep inside,
While this poor shell, this frame that isn't mine,
Is left exposed where vanity can hide.
A bitter jest the turning heavens keep,
To trade the petal for the flesh I loathe,
While dormant beauty lies in silent sleep,
Beneath the fabric and binding cloth.
So let the petals fall where they may rest,
My body waits, unlovely and unblessed.
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Words Best Left Unsaid
PoetryLet's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth...
