It's an illusion.
She's dancing, twirling
Her face is obscured.
You don't know which way she's going
Where she'll end up
Where she'll take you.
And you find you've been trapped
By artificial eyes
That don't look at you straight.
And she's holding your hand
And you don't know where you are
And then,
She lets go.
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Tracing Paper || A Collection Of Poems
PoetryI held broken shards to my face Comparing my reflection On the mirrors That didn't want to leave ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Poems written by Star in about 5 minutes. If you like them, please do vote and comment, it really makes my day! Most...
