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This mirror
She looks at me,
With tear filled eyes,
She begs with me,
To feel this time.
She looks at me,
Snarls at me,
Disgusted by me,
Relentlessly.
She pleads again,
'don't do it',
I ignore her,
I'll admit it.
She looks at me,
Despises me,
Resents me,
Needlessly.
She starts on me,
About the past,
Reminds me,
Of things that didn't last.
She regards me with desperation,
Tries to talk in simplification,
Won't hear my arguments or declarations,
This mirror holds a contentious reflection.
With tear filled eyes,
She begs with me,
To feel this time.
She looks at me,
Snarls at me,
Disgusted by me,
Relentlessly.
She pleads again,
'don't do it',
I ignore her,
I'll admit it.
She looks at me,
Despises me,
Resents me,
Needlessly.
She starts on me,
About the past,
Reminds me,
Of things that didn't last.
She regards me with desperation,
Tries to talk in simplification,
Won't hear my arguments or declarations,
This mirror holds a contentious reflection.
Published 7th May 2012
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7th May 2012 1:03pm
This is as good, if not even slightly more impassioned than 'She' You write in such emotive terms, such passion and desire contained within a few words - the real skill of a competent poet!
My heart is breaking alonside yours.
Thank you mLady,for sharing another extraordinary comtemplative write
Much love and gratitude D xx
My heart is breaking alonside yours.
Thank you mLady,for sharing another extraordinary comtemplative write
Much love and gratitude D xx
