like porcelain shavings
her skin began to crack
like a feather floating on thin air
she's losing strands of silken hair
the mirror spits back
all the qualities in which we lack
like needles in our eyes
poisoned with vain lies
she savored the quiet moments
devoid of conversation
the sound of still breathing
the footsteps that followed him leaving.
the closer I feel
the further you fade
the more I crave
the less you feed
so I chose not to need
a single thing..
will there ever be a solid bridge built to cross..?
a river below, to toss our fears away...
voices muffled, as she sank deeper
yet no hand reaches.
sunshine streaks through the surface
the only warmth you'll get
engulfed in cold fluids
& a heart weighed down by loves disillusions---
many reminders of what could have been..
all alone
she knew it all along..
I look in the mirror and I ask myself
Could I look any better if I came off a shelf?
My makeup looks good and accents my eyes
The concealer is working to hide a few lies
My high, cheek bones are followed by blush
They look very rosey, vibrant and lush
My lips are set for an Angel's kiss
They won't waste time avoiding this
The dress falls quite nicely, with pleated swerves
Following a body line of sensual curves
It's cut pretty low, revealing my back
To place a warm hand, for a line of attack'
Moving up past the hips, my perfect breasts lie
My bountiful portions, won't fall far from their eye
My mirror on the wall, cannot tell a lie....
I can't make improvements, so... why even try?
...........
the sad wimpish one
he covers his body with blood
hoping someone will notice
just how ugly he is
he wants to be noticed
for the great person he truly is
but has no time to notice
that no one notices
anything anymore
and life goes on
and he stays sad
dying to live
and crying to die
never having the balls
to ask himself why
2:39 AM 7/6/2013
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Insanity from pain,
Yeah, I know im so vain.
Its only for the fame.
If its not then its lame.
Not using my brain.
My life will never be the same