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Broken-Mirrored Face

Poetry By: parkelis
Poetry


I've lost my touch.


Submitted:Apr 27, 2011    Reads: 51    Comments: 2    Likes: 5   


Here I am, standing in the rain,

without an umbrella to deflect the drops of pain.

So long ago, though it seems like only yesterday,

the world I knew, so different, as were its way.

I'd stand here, tilt my head - left, right - in search of you.

I'd peer out, or over my shoulder, just for second...there was my boo.

In a car, running, I saw more than just easy love.

I saw magic, and stomachs twirling, then intertwining, white doves.

I gave a quick smile, you honked at me; together, we returned home.

And NOW, alone, I wait & wait, wondering where in the streets thou roam.

I know nothing much, just that the love has come, gone, and died.

I wish I could return to the times of the past; I promise I would fly.

When did the time escape us? Just take a glance at me,

creases of the tears that never let up; oh baby, let me be.

A face that's lost it's once beautiful touch,

no freshness, no youth; what was once, now not even a glimmer, not much.

I'm a broken-mirrored version of the one that I was.

Blame it on the world, on how dictated my body is to its laws.

I'm sorry, I apologize, I can't keep you interested in my heart.

I think it'sdone; now, I've lost you, we must go apart.





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