Mirrors
To see what you want
Not what you need
Only a false representation of who we must be
Unless the sources de unify
We capture the wrong moment to appear
Wandering against the daylight
Pinned with the mountains
Only way is down
Up is nothing but broken stairs
Thin air
And everything were not
You were what I thought you were
All I saw was nothing but a reflection of you
My false hope tugged at by a mere mask
A hand in the shadows
Nothing you say can change this broken mirror
The glass shards layer the floor
Covered in who you're not
The floor is laminated in a safe protection between you and the world
But this doesn't matter because I'm just looking at a
Reflection of you
YOU ARE READING
Amateur Poet
PoesíaRandom poems that I wrote. All of them have stories that mean something to me, maybe they will mean something to you guys too.
