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Mirror Me.
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My Works Inside the mirror.
Inside the mind.
Oblivious to all time.
Priceless face,
And endless grace.
Worn away inside my glass case.
Is this the way?
Is this it?
Am I really living within it…
Will you come to break the spell?
Inside this imprisonment,
I will never tell.
Existence yet to be rooted to accuracy.
Perfection in its most exquisite form.
Malice and peace equally torn.
Fragile complexion,
Horrid vexation,
Led into unwanted clarification.
Not ideal,
Nor superb,
Just simplicity to this unwinding world.
Confined in vanity,
Imprisoned in image,
Observantly speaking to the other divided.
No light, no dark,
Enduring forever in the imager.
As I see it, it will be.
As I see you, so shall you see me.
Tomorrow comes, today goes,
You’ll never know the sorrow my heart holds,
With each day a piece of me is lost.
I suffer greatly at your cost.
I want to leave, I want to go.
Please don’t let me … or we’ll never know.
I guess you don’t care,
Maybe you never did..
I watch you live,
I watch you laugh.
While I stand and watch,
Behind mirrored glass.
Memories are the only thing,
To float beyond me in this world.
I am nothing but a shattered girl.
To long have I watched,
To long have I cried.
While you stole away from me,
I listened to your lies.
I watch my life lived for me,
But I am not that girl,
She is the ghost of me.
Into the impervious shelter I stay,
Because of you, I am fading quickly.
Soon enough there will be nothing left,
Of the one you once called your love.
I know you won’t save me.
I know you won’t try.
I understand, I won’t cry.
I’ll see you when you walk by,
Inside the mirror, hidden away
Trapped in crystal will I stay.
Fixated on my display,
Preoccupied in artistic endeavors,
Waiting for your illustration
To appear in model like simulation.
Alone I wait, for many a day,
Waiting for the one thing..
To wake me from this trance,
Yearning to get the chance.
That I might catch that rare sound,
Of your long awaited song.
Wandering on the other side,
Until you come and whisper to thee..
Mirror, mirror..
Let me behold.
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Show me thy face,
Let me see her once more.
