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If Reflections Could Talk
Red stain of self hatred on your lips
Dripping delusions from your finger tips
So many internal wounds you pick
You are what you abhor
Sewn back together but never whole
Shattered pieces that were your soul
Holding the hand that made the hole
Nothing to stand for
Withheld words have a bitter taste
Shoes snug with lies you've laced
Turn your back on what you can't face
But you can't ignore
You're so used to burning bridges
Without stability the mind unhinges
Tattered wings with black fringes
Burnt to the core
Published 1st Aug 2014
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1st Aug 2014 6:36pm
I can feel the inner person falling apart with every line, dripping with personification, a very sophisticated diction, and just a hint of alliteration (was that intentional?). A very professional, yet highly emotional poem; well done.
1st Aug 2014 7:42pm
The mirror says it all ;)
Thank you Dakota ^.^ I always appreciate your comments
Thank you Dakota ^.^ I always appreciate your comments
1st Aug 2014 7:57pm
As I told Mikimoondancer, I'm trying to become more original with my comments, and I'm trying to offer them more frequently. I feel that I've been selfish as of late as I have only been offering half-hearted comments in hopes that the person whose work I commented on will give a full hearted comment on my work, and I want to do better than that.
1st Aug 2014 8:32pm
I can relate to that, many times when I'm not on my best and wanting reassurance badly, I will reach out halfway and expect a full embrace from another. Sometimes to get just a little we must give a lot :) I have been trying to climb my way out of self absorbance. Not easy but doable
