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by sLeine   Mar 21, 2005


I sat in front my mirror,
and waited for my tears.
here goes again my longing fear,
of seeing myself for real.
I tried to smile with all i can,
with every strength thats left;
yet my tears were just so dry,
and no longer can it fall.
I look past my broken soul,
and wonder what was left;
if theres still any faith in sight,
or any confidence left.
but as I look pass my eyes,
I see a shadow no one sees;
beyond my disguises and smiles,
my pain was trying to be free.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Gunjan

    I love the way this poem has been written
    I really love your work
    beautiful poem
    Gunjan
    i gave u 5 on 5 for this one!
    keep up the good work