She stared into her reflection in the mirror,
The tears pooling in her eyes
But not spilling over just yet.
Her vision was blurred,
But she could see her own reflection
Through the blurs of colour.
She could see that her lips were blue
And her eyes red and bloodshot;
She could still see that her eyes
Were a shade of the deepest brown,
No less than fifty feet deep.
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PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...
