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- - - MIRROR - - -
While I look in the mirror
All I see is a void
A fragile heart, withered and grey
Words are cruel from parched lips
Spit into night, black and cold
She exists on the other side
Happy with a heart warming smile
Two hearts as one once upon a time
Now separated by exile
I miss your tears
Lingering on my kiss
I miss your scorn
Spitting from your lips
I remember the scissors
Running across your wrists
A fractured heart, withered, she prayed
Words are sad from parched lips
Still echo from the grave
I exist on the other side
Torment with a cold beating heart
Two hearts now still once upon a time
Have torn our world apart
I miss your words
Echoing through the night
I miss your touch
On me as I die
Where am I?
Where are you?
Who is real?
What has become
Of us?
I miss your words
Echoing through the night
I miss your touch
On me as I die
I miss your tears
Lingering on my kiss
I miss your scorn
Spitting from your lips
(c) 2016 Frank Green
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