Confront | Poem

When a mirror breaks, it doesn’t cry,

Knowing it can’t be fixed; It awaits

A magician’s repair the damage on magic love.

Deathra, do you see my soul; its not what you see?

I saw the Sterling Queen after moments of days,

I felt the exact feelings I had felt on first find,

Knowing the world is dying and I’m waiting,

I called the healer out of darkness.

I feel hopeless to write anymore,

To whom I write the words I write,

My mirrors broke thousands time,

They scream to go back to that night,

Where you forced me to stay alive!



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