Is it a myth
or is it real?
They say 7 years of bad luck
if you break a mirror.
Shattered glass,
I can't forget you.
It is you I see when I close my eyes.
It is your reflection,
You are perfection.
You are far far away
Maybe I'll never find you again
But I hope one day..
you'll remember this poem was about you.
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Author:
Bella Cortez (Pseudonym) (
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