I'll smile my melancholy smile,
that was really hers
I'll keep hovering over my books
I'll take my exams and fix my looks
Worse things have happened to me
I'll keep my promises and my words
There are more definite ways to be hurt
I'll keep staring at my mirror image
Hating her when she stares back
Worse things have happened to me
I'll stay around for you
Dying while you live your life
I'll keep my lookout over you
Hating that you would have been safe here
If you ever saw me
Worse things have happened to me
I'll drink my melancholy drinks,
that was really hers
The girl you thought would survive
I'll look out through the mirror glass
Hating the real person staring back
Who has died by now
Worse things have happened to me
I'll be what you always were for me
What you never noticed that I saw
Wishing to be your beautiful soul
Wishing to be what I view in awe
Worse things have happened to me
Better things have happened to me
again staring at the mirror and talking to your self, (third time) this one is the best of all of them, more amazing.
ReplyDeletei cant really pick out lines, theyre all great.
oh and dont remind me of exams, pleeeeeease dont! nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo (side effects, dont worry)
Hahaha! No worries, I won't remind you, I want to forget them myself :P :D Yeah, sometimes the same imagery comes on over and over, I don't know how it happens really. Maybe it just means something special to me? I think this poem can be interpreted in many ways. Only when I read if afterwards did I realize people would think I was talking to myself. I didn't intend that when I wrote it but I like both ways of seeing it ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks sooo much =)
well when i was first reading it i thought you are talking to someone else but then the lines:
ReplyDelete"I'll look out through the mirror glass
Hating the real person staring back"
changed my mind, i went to read the poem having in mind that youre talking to your self, and it was more beautiful then before, you know it was saying what you see is different than what you know and are.
Yeah I saw that too when I read it :D :D That's half the charm with poetry, everyone sees their own things in it, it's great :) I love words... <33
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