Its duly noted,
How my lips matched yours.
It was very obvious,
That i was yours.
Our complexion,
Not exact but matched.
In the mirror,
I always see you looking back.
I hate to see,
A part of me that died.
Oh how i wish,
I could erase you from my mind.
Forever i am stuck
Always avoiding mirrors...
YOU ARE READING
Wicked Games
PoetryI decided to start writing about things I am feeling and thinking. This entire year has been completely crazy . I hope my story helps show my development as a person.
