Reflection
I'm looking out through a windowpane
watching a girl who stands alone
Her skin is striped by tears
and her lips forever closed
A dark shadow's lying on her face
and makes her looking grey
I'm stretching out my hand
and want to put her away
But the tops of my fingers just reach hers
so I look up and then I see
That the girl in the window who's looking so pale
is the misty reflection of me
Poetry by tinsel
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Written on 2007-01-01 at 19:34
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