We are nothing but
broken mirrors,
A million shards
Of glass & tears.
Like a broken mirror
We have no place,
Just a reflection
Of an unfamiliar face.
It’s damaged goods
Or imperfect art,
As mirrors see our scars
Just not our hearts.
K
We are nothing but
broken mirrors,
A million shards
Of glass & tears.
Like a broken mirror
We have no place,
Just a reflection
Of an unfamiliar face.
It’s damaged goods
Or imperfect art,
As mirrors see our scars
Just not our hearts.
K
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True and such deep and great words penned.
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welcome
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Beautiful and thought provoking.
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This is a very well written piece. I love it.
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But we hear the heart come through in words well written by such as you.
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Deep
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See our scars
Just not our hearts.
Wow. These line took my heart.
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