Pieces
A broken mirror shattered soul Standing alone everyone has left me
A pain in my heart But no sound escapes me only tears falling upon the tiny pieces
So many faces looking back different angles and different sides But some large pieces remain in the frame
Looking up at them at the most significant sides of me Right at the top I can see me but only a dark reflection
The touch of darkness in my stories the sadness in my eyes the melancholy in my poetry the emotions in my drawings
It comes from that piece the piece that keeps me shy making me reserved and leaves a hint of coldness
A small cut in my finger a drop of blood Dark red it lands on a piece covering it
The piece of love and courage The opposite of my melancholy but also connected to it with a trail of tears I've shed
LunaWillowind · Mon Feb 26, 2007 @ 02:16pm · 1 Comments |