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Remembering my Reflection
The glass in front of me, smooth and clear,
Shows my face staring back at me.
My brown eyes, transparent from the tears held back.
Watered down from the sea behind them.
My cheeks, bright red from the blood that didn't pour.
Redder more from the blood that was wiped away.
My lips, tight from the smiles I forgot to give,
And old from the smiles that I suppressed.
The glass in front of me still shows
All of the things I have forgotten.
All of the things I never remembered.
This is so good... i really
This is so good... i really enjoyed reading it. The benefits of "getting the lead out" are many. Holding in makes for a high blood pressure! Lol.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "