I am: fragments and metaphors
surrender, in a poem you forgot to write
until your memory becomes tear-filled
a broken morning maze of the window
but this disregard will remind you
until my name become a mirror
reflecting our bare past, before
you wear that wedding dress
is life a reflection? yes:
shadows of the dreaded days
like a scar on your face
sliced by your own silence
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
I am: fragments and metaphors
surrender, in a poem you forgot to write
until your memory becomes tear-filled
a broken morning maze of the window
but this disregard will remind you
until my name become a mirror
reflecting our bare past, before
you wear that wedding dress
is life a reflection? yes:
shadows of the dreaded days
like a scar on your face
sliced by your own silence
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