Glassy eyes and a porcelain smile
As I gaze into the mirror, that's all I see
Breathing is a difficult task with raspy lungs and a strangled esophagus
But still I must sing a song beautiful enough to rival the birds
Swaying silks caress my legs as I dance down the sand
The crashing ocean wishing to break from behind my eyes
My expression of pain caked over by false joy
Like the make-up mother forces me to wear
A pearly white smile, my oyster of the sea
I blink and there again I stand, staring back at myself
The tide has pulled me under
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The Poems Of Me
ŞiirPoetry is a form of venting for me. So don't be surprised if you read this only to find a book full of meaningful, and possibly confusing, poems. In some way, my poems are a form of myself and my own feelings. ((PLEASE DON'T STEAL! I MAKE THESE POE...
