she would sit,
her reflection staring back.
oh how she wished she could tap the mirror,
resulting in the glass breaking apart.
oh how she wished she could disappear,
resulting in her happiness.
she would sit,
her reflection staring back.
oh how she wished
she could be
what he was looking for.
- h.k.p
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from me to you
Poetryto those who have hurt me, loved me, and supported me. short poems about many feelings.
