An old image,
Its me,
Hello,
Hello me,
From yesterdays the mind refuses to flee,
And oh just look at me,
My eyes,
Appearing cloudless and dazzled at once,
For what a gift did reflect within,
My one beloved,
Though,
They be Inert eyes,
Ever so alive, though lifeless,
For this be just an image of me,
A me unable to foresee,
Though able to stare, Questionably,
Hello me,
What happened to me?
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 7:04 AM UTC
An old image,
Its me,
Hello,
Hello me,
From yesterdays the mind refuses to flee,
And oh just look at me,
My eyes,
Appearing cloudless and dazzled at once,
For what a gift did reflect within,
My one beloved,
Though,
They be Inert eyes,
Ever so alive, though lifeless,
For this be just an image of me,
A me unable to foresee,
Though able to stare, Questionably,
Hello me,
What happened to me?
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