Mirror

FIRST new one...for some reason it's in the middle of the old. but here it is.

she has my lips
and the same quiet
eyes
and yet so
unfamiliar to me
i wonder if she
even breathes;
she sits so
still
her pain
lays heavily
upon my chest
i stare
as her
pale hands
shake
she fumbles
with her short
dark
hair
as her tears fall
to match
heads together
we hold each
other
as we wish on
this new day
we've yet to see
we've yet to believe

Reviews

[Gastroc.]

thanks doll.

[Marilyn My Bitterness]

Beautiful. I really like this poem, Britt. It has such a great flow to it, and really tells a story. Awe I miss you

[Edwardo]

sounds like the good and bad side are starting to work things out

[Girl, Interrupted]

this was so pretty