~Lost~
Looking through the window
never failed to make me smile
There's this girl that I've always admired
even though she looked so fragile
She always seemed happy
sitting in the corner while reading a book
She's so quiet and timid
yet she have this contented look
But she changed, like everybody else
as the time passes by
She smiled and laughed more often
than she usually does, it all seemed like a lie
Her silence delighted me yet her noise
didn't gave me even a tinge bit of ecstasy
Her sound sounded off;
it seemed forced, lifeless and empty
Looking at her now saddened me
and I felt bad co'z I should be happy for her
She's finally out of her solitary shell
and her friends increased in number
After a long time, I decided to look
at my reflection; it brought me great horror
All this time, I'm gazing not through a window but looking at myself in the mirror
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Poetry
Poetry"death is not the greatest loss in life, the greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live"
