Thursday, August 11, 2011

The Mirror Lies

I don't have a story to tell.

But again,

The mirror lies.

The smile is sparkling at my lips,

And my eyes are speaking

A language beyond my comprehension.

The whiff in the air

It is not my scent,

But it smells familiar. 

I am again staring deeply

At the reflection on the mirror,

But it is not me.

Your purple cold soul

Is laughing back at me.

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