Glassy reflection,
Two eyes look at me.
They blink,
I blink.I laugh and they cry,
They scream; while I stay silent.
Secrets glaze over a clear plane,
Staining the colourless glass.Every scar on me smiles back at me
All my tears, drench the hollow glass
What is the definition of fake,
When plastic is called real.
So what if I am the one trapped in the mirror
While the mirror lives.
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The Mind Of KL
PoetryRandom thoughts, quotes and poetry that fill my vast imaginative mind...