Could you see your beauty Through the mirror of my eyes? Would you see a normal person Insignificant in size? Or would you see someone perfect On both of their sides? I always wanted to show you The choice for you to decide A mirror, so silver, so exact Showing a reflection calm and real Sharpening your senses Cold to touch and still You look at yourself; What do you see? A shattered reflection Or something to be? If you saw yourself Shining back unclear You are still perfect The darkness will disappear I will bring the mirror A perfect pane of glass I will show you a reflection A precise image that will last The shadows will fade And you will no longer be blind To the way you look Perfectly in my mind You beauty is breath-taking More stunning than the moon Your eyes of brown Criticizing your image too soon Your radiance Coming from your skin Amazing as you are Even beauty from within Just one touch Is all it takes For the mirror to crack The pieces to break The broken mirror falling Gleaming a silver flash Your perfection still reflected In the mirror that fell to Ash.
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*I look back on it now And wonder how?
Lawd this poem is so old. So very old. From 2013. Probably my first good poem. I look back on it now..