Stand by the mirror beside me
Tell me I want to be you
Because I really do
Tell me my smiling face has not been washed away by tears
Tell me my joys are not just surface deep
Tell me my faith is weak now, but it will harden and grow
Scream and crave these words into my mind
Scar my flesh until they are the truth
Should I come away with no mark from this request
Mark me still with lilies in my hair and kiss my weeping soul
For try as I may to live up to good standards
I find myself lacking, corrupt, flawed
Everything time I look at myself I think evil lurks in my sight
So tell me the truth,
So tell everything of truth in a full doze.
Will you hurt me and show me I am right?
Or will you hug me and show me I am wrong?
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Poetry of the Tides
PoetryA series of poems with different meanings and moods. They are all here and have been here a good time from the tides of my mind. I give you some entries of earnest tidings.
