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Throw away your mirror.
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July - December 2008 Years spent carelessly,
Timeless, bottomless purse,
The end of innocence,
Your curse;
The clock begins to run out.
He really looks at him,
really looks at him,
Finally - their eyes meet and he sees.
The sparkle in his eyes,
The shape of his brow,
The curve of his smile,
He sees it all now.
So similar,
So painfully familiar,
He realises what we have all known along.
Denial is never the best route to take,
but when you're born secretly knowing,
it becomes a part of you.
He sees another part of him,
Utterly frightened,
he feels a stirring in his heart,
The missed birthdays,
phone calls, presents and cards,
never recieved.
He examines his "loss",
Finally,
he sees his reflection staring back at him
and he realises,
he never needed a mirror at all.
good and impressive one... yeah its a very clear and good poem with rich thought and sure ... the way you did it is great and heart knocking of course... so I can loudly say that you are a sweet poet with honey poetic feelings and thoughts... hope my poetry has also that much strenth to make way to your heart and brain to capture as this poem of yours has done to mine.... wish you good luck peotry friend... with a hope you will go through my work too..to know if its heart touchig or not?