A stone cut figure stares harshly through the mirror
What once was a child, became chiseled from fear
The look in her eyes sends waves of uncertainty
The trust stripped away from the glint that used to be
My words of comfort are lost in the impossible time line
Holding back those blood red tears from spilt Merlot wine
Nothing more do I desire, to tell her there is always a better tomorrow
But I can see it in her smile, she knows more of pain and sorrow
The screams will get quieter, the yelling with cease
As the hurricane settles, so will the breeze
But I know that she can't hear me, I can never stop those tears
Darling you will get here, even if it takes eleven years
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Author:
A Silver Sky (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 11th, 2018 03:50
- Category: Family
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Comments1
Sup. Friendly neighborhood Spider-man here. Just came across this, gotta say it's pretty good. The words used match up with the theme, and it doesn't stray too far from the emotions the writer is projecting. I even bet that if you were to organize the structure into stanzas, or strictly altered the text to one side of the page that it would be even more of a better read. But hey, I'm not here to tell you that I'm ungrateful. I am here to tell you, "Good job."
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