The reflection I'm seeing
On the mirror I'm holding
Is someome I don't know....
Out of shock, I accidentally threw
The mirror and it hit the floor a little bit too hard....
It broke into pieces of little shards.....
The person I see....
Is not me...
I held some of the broken pieces on my palm....
Eventhough it caused my hand to bleed... I stayed still calm
I was too curious to even care....
I was too focused and busy at the reflection that I stare at....
~~~~Mysterious~~~~
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PoetryThese are just some poems that I made and continue to make.If it is already made by others or by you , I promise I didn't copy it. I also accept requests Hope you'll like my poems If you want to see this book's rank, kindly check the story info. ...
