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I stare through the
looking glass, trying to spot
her, and when I see her, it all becomes
Clear.
I also see him,
staring out into space, while
I am watching, he doesn't even
Flinch. She's right there, right
in front of him; in front of
Me.
She's smiling that beautiful smile,
her eyes glittering that
almond brown.
She's saying something,
he doesn't even care. He just stands
there, a lack of love
in his eyes.
She closes her eyes, runs
behind me, taking a deep breath,
she takes a leap into the unknown and
becomes me.
We stare at him, a look of confusion
crossing in our eyes. There is nothing
to see
Any longer.
When people ask me
"Who is she?" I respond.
I don't know.
When I see him,
he doesn't respond. Just looks at me,
and asks,
"Who is she?"
I shake my head.
"She is me."
He doesn't comprehend. Just
stares.
All I have to do, is blink,
think, live. I don't
have to love. Because I have no
clue who I am anymore.
Who she is.
So don't ask who she is.
Don't ask who I am.
I don't know.
***Not my best poem yet. I must say... sweatdrop ***
 Deceased Poet · Sun Aug 17, 2008 @ 03:48am · 1 Comments |
