The Search

Looking into your soul,

feels like looking in my mirror,

seeing the face that doesn't look familiar,

chasing my dreams eventhough it seems,

oh so futile, 

trying to peice together my soul,

its like im in a house putting down some new tile,

but even when im ready, 

it seems like my heart  just can't stay steady,

so im staying on the ground, 

abandoning the times like now,

the times where i wish i never miss her,

and i never meant to kiss her but i did and i dont regret,

remember the good times and just hope i don't forget it.

-Sublime_poet

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A fine line

"...Seeing the face that doesn't look familiar." So meaningful on multiple levels, across time, and all literature. The face on the barroom floor, the mirror has two faces, through the looking glass . . .I know I am NOT that gray..etc. Intriguing writing style. Encore! ~~Lady A~~