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Two black moons Eclipse two green suns Sending light green rays Across sea blue skies. Yes, Those are my eyes Overgrown black forest Covers a landscape Of sharp features, With cold, hard angles. Yes, That is my face Tall and gangly Lost and confused. Awkward, out of place With the rest of the room Sigh, That is me Staring at the mirror Looking at the portrait Of someone obviously me But yet feels like it's not. I can see the freshness Stripped off of his face As the years fly by Traveling backwards Through time He is taller, darker. Gone are his innocent eyes, Relaced with olive brown. Gone is his light colored hair, Replaced with coarse black. His very essence is power Power at the price of blood, He is a strong figure, One to be respected I see coluseum sands Become metallic floors. A new figure apears He is clean shave. He has light blond hair And nearly translucent skin. His eyes are steel gray, Cold, calculating He is a scientist With an upturned nose He's known to keep intelligence Right next to arrogance. All this And much more Is what I can see When I look in the mirror, But I can never see me, Too ashamed, not satisfied With being just me.
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Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 11:03 AM UTC
It can't be
Two black moons Eclipse two green suns Sending light green rays Across sea blue skies. Yes, Those are my eyes Overgrown black forest Covers a landscape Of sharp features, With cold, hard angles. Yes, That is my face Tall and gangly Lost and confused. Awkward, out of place With the rest of the room Sigh, That is me Staring at the mirror Looking at the portrait Of someone obviously me But yet feels like it's not. I can see the freshness Stripped off of his face As the years fly by Traveling backwards Through time He is taller, darker. Gone are his innocent eyes, Relaced with olive brown. Gone is his light colored hair, Replaced with coarse black. His very essence is power Power at the price of blood, He is a strong figure, One to be respected I see coluseum sands Become metallic floors. A new figure apears He is clean shave. He has light blond hair And nearly translucent skin. His eyes are steel gray, Cold, calculating He is a scientist With an upturned nose He's known to keep intelligence Right next to arrogance. All this And much more Is what I can see When I look in the mirror, But I can never see me, Too ashamed, not satisfied With being just me.
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Nike-Kaffezakis
American
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 11:03 AM UTC
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