A mirror so broken, one cannot even hold,
Each fragment that lingers, like how age can grow old,
They ignite like a fire, they break just like hope,
They crush it like iconoclasts, a murderous trope,
They ring like an echo, and linger like a smell,
Instead of reflecting, the reflections will dwell.
If one's eyes were to look, if one were to see,
They would never reflect, what they are endeavouring to be,
But instead this menagerie, will continue its stare,
Each face so distorted, like such a dubious dare,
Which one is a lie? Which one should you trust?
Which one is you? Or are you just the remnants of dust?
Which one should stay? Which one should leave?
And like every other human, each segment will deceive.
But which one is the truth? Isn't it pathetic to know,
How one can have an entity, that will simply not show?
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Reminisce (PART TWO)
PoetrySee part one here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/114595931-reminisce Part two of Reminisce. {~Sometimes meanings are as volatile as a person's mind.~} Made by yours sincerely (Cover not mine and belongs to the rightful owner} {YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED...
