June 21, 2018.
10:18 pm
Looking Glass
Has it ever been 2 in the morning,
You've had a tough day,
And you are still in yearning
Of the pain and the scars that stay.
Could it wait? Will it continue on?
As I look in the mirror at my reflection,
My eyes are no longer there, they are gone.
They are filled with tears,
Where there once was happiness.
They are filled with fears,
Where there once was hope.
And they are now crimson red,
When they where once white pope.
And as I sit in front of the mirror,
Looking through the glass,
I no longer see myself,
Just a world about to collapse.
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Cassé
PoetryTo the broken that are struggling to glue their pieces back together. Cassé is broken, Guéri is healing and Aimé is loving in the French language.
