I can see my reflection in the mirror
The shine and the glitter
But what about the scars,
Hidden beneath the skin
The emotions and the thoughts
Which bang on the cage of my flesh
A thousand feelings,
Which rule my mind and heart
Playing them like strings on a harp
Memories, some forgotten
Others hidden deep somewhere like diamonds.
Dreams, borne in the silence
And broken in the dark.
Yet on my skin, I don't see
Those grooves and ridges that define me.
As I look at my reflection,
I think of others, is it them I see
Or just their reflection.
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Personal Thoughts of a Stranger
PoetryThis books contains some poems of varied genres, from horror to romantic to drama to inspirational, which are going to be added regularly. These poems are fun, relatable and may change your perspective towards things or may give you an inspiration...
