~reflections tell a story~

[neverwas]

dying beauty
playing the waiting game.
alone and silent
singing to a song in her brain.

holding a mirror
only in hope to see,
her young, youth filled reflection.
staring back
for all to see.

shattered by the harsh reality,
she takes a knife and cuts.
carving a date and a heart into the desk,
remember things that were
and things that were lost.

the boy that married her
the boy who broke her heart.
the one who stole her very first kiss.
the one who told her
never to dream of being apart.

her very first driving lesson
the one dancing in the snow.
the way she danced and swirled her hair.
the way they moved together in pattern.
touching everything
kissing from head to toe.

reflections in her mirror
shall remain only that.
rejected once again by the face that she only loves

her own

as she begins to turn and wave.



goodbye.

 

[Dekloren]

:D :D :D :D :D :D
*HUGS!!!*

:D

 

[froggygirl]

Amazing images.. I really loved reading it..

 

[neverwas]

thank you.

i was having a venting night last night and im suprised this made any sense.

im not sad or anything dekloren hun so i wil turn those into a :D

xx

 

[frostyangel]

shivers*

hope all is well my dear.. we have to catch up soon

 

[neverwas]

nice work Dekloren :D

frosty: amen to that sister

 

[RareForm]

great writing!

 

[skjalff]

I love this! I was just thinking of a right word to express the feeling this one gave me, and while doing so I checked your profile, and POP! the word is gothic But its on the intricate, dreamy, introspective side of it. hmm... Edward Scissorhands style if that would mean anything to you




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