and that's how I knew
the day when your eyes were no longer a mirror
but a window instead
I could no longer see myself in them
I could see that you were looking at something- someone else
and it wasn't me
the reflection of me was gone
like an empty frame
the sad thing is that
my eyes are still a mirror
and I don't know when
if ever
they'll turn into a window too
- Dipika, 2016
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Poetry by Dipika (1st edition)
PoetryFIRST EDITION: Adding some of my old and new poems here, as well as quotes. They're in different languages, but I will mention it beforehand in every poem. If you want to use any of the quotes or poems, please ask or give me credits. Other than that...
