Glanced in a toothpaste splotched mirror this morning and caught you. Sticky start to the day.
To see you instead of me...pale you, an oxymoronic wisp of a threat in every way.
I’m sure you’d think I’d be disappointed to be robbed of my soft frame, long black details and façade free of shame.
I was only content to fully realize resistance to be inane.
But I yearned to pass through glass and play with my old-new self…
I’d have shattered it to pieces if it weren’t for our health.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
Glanced in a toothpaste splotched mirror this morning and caught you. Sticky start to the day.
To see you instead of me...pale you, an oxymoronic wisp of a threat in every way.
I’m sure you’d think I’d be disappointed to be robbed of my soft frame, long black details and façade free of shame.
I was only content to fully realize resistance to be inane.
But I yearned to pass through glass and play with my old-new self…
I’d have shattered it to pieces if it weren’t for our health.
rhymey
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