The mirror is not my friend today
It has pilfered my youth
what little beauty I possessed
now softened or erased
by time the healer
time the thief
Raw moments
brand my face
with unedited lines
like pillow creases
that will never fade
from my skin
My eyes are circled black
lids stone-weighted
by what I cannot
bear to witness
sadness is their color
this day
the mirror is not my friend
it will not lie
somber eye to somber eye
the truth won't be denied
*what we have lost
can never be regained.*
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
The mirror is not my friend today
It has pilfered my youth
what little beauty I possessed
now softened or erased
by time the healer
time the thief
Raw moments
brand my face
with unedited lines
like pillow creases
that will never fade
from my skin
My eyes are circled black
lids stone-weighted
by what I cannot
bear to witness
sadness is their color
this day
the mirror is not my friend
it will not lie
somber eye to somber eye
the truth won't be denied
*what we have lost
can never be regained.*
This one may need a little explanation. It's not about vanity. Everything that happens in our lives, all the hurtful things done to and by us and the **** that just happens, is written with each crow's foot, laugh line, or gray hair. We wear our stories. And even the truths we don't want to face can't be denied when we look into our own eyes.
