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Monday, January 9, 2017

Mirror

When I'm old and grey
What will the lines on my face say?

Will they smile from years of laughter?
Or will they turn down from years of tears?

Life goes so fleeting. Yet day to day seems long.

Always waiting for a miracle
Hoping true love will come along.

Once you think you may have it.
Only to watch it hold someone else more dear.

What will the mirror tell of me
When my final breath draws near?

Eyes have become dull from crying.
Lips always facing down.

What happened to the girl I once was
Before love I thought I found?

Will grandfather recognize me in valhalla?
Will the great Spirit turn me away
Because this world faded the light that brought me to this place?

Is it too late to write the lines now growing strong across my face?

How do I put the laugh lines into the frown lines place ?

What will the mirror say of me when breath makes its last escape ?

Porcelain

A thousand burning knives seer the heart
They cut so deeply the very fabric of soul is torn apart.

Use the superficial, my dear, to hide away emotion.

Lipstick to cover pain.

Mascara to blot the tears.

The world cares not for what is inside.
Hide the broken pieces away.

To be worthy of love one must be unbroken . Hide the truth from the light of day.

Smile Porcelain doll with the broken insides. No one cares how it hurts or how deeply you've cried.

Your hair must be brown,eyes of course brown too, your teeth must be white, your ass must sit in your jeanes just right, your boobs must poke out of your shirt but it can't be too tight.

Don't bother the world with the color of your soul .Words are too loud. The colors of them too bright. The canvas they paint is meaningless amongst the deaf.

All the world wishes to see is another porcelain doll.