What is life but a broken mirror?
Trying to see through the cracks,
But some how your mind is blind.
What is it that makes life feel so empty?
Or is the cold chill of the winter breeze.
You try to tell them you love them,
But for you itâ??s coming without ease.
Is it love your seeking,
Or is it to go?
It not a hard decision,
I just really know.
Do not play your childish games,
I am not a player myself.
I am not your Drama Queen,
I just need some ones help.
I loved your poem so much, it touched me because i feel the same way for someone. keep writing because you are really good chech out my stuff sometime, and tell me how im doin
-cochise
