Wednesday, July 7, 2010
staring outside the window,
i watch each drop.
then breaking into many as the floor they knock.
oh...what does that remind me of?
The broken mirror, shattered yet reflecting what was inside me locked.
sun baked mornings , late nights dew,
cheese cake aroma, hair ribbons red and blue.
pearl drop earrings , pretty pink shoes.
crushing, crushing hard does he love me too?
the mystery continues...
My knees go weak when i see you,
confessions you make of your love for me,
But you say i change, become your barbie;
i love my original self..dont you?
Distortions they are so beautifully true.
the broken mirror...artificiality it overthrew.
No not you, you cant love me.
how can you?
for where my beauty lies..you never knew.
Broken mirror..shattered though you are,
you reflect the true,
of who ever stood in front of you!
Posted by devangini at 7:58 AM