A shimmering shadow
made of fresh, forbidden air
and laughs
and memories
A footstep
A handprint
A mirror of truth
It shatters
taking part of me
with it
The bittersweet
is more bitter than sweet
as I fall to pieces
The shards twist into my skin
Maybe I'm just into
Self-torture
Or maybe I'm just another
Mirror
I paint myself
Out of this world
Into another
I paint my shadow
with me
I watch as the people I love
Stare at me
As they see
Themselves and nothing more
I'm shards of a mirror
The bittersweet
is more bitter than sweet
as I fall to pieces
I paint myself Out of this world Into another I paint my shadow with me I watch as the people I love Stare at me As they see Themselves and nothing more My favourite part. Well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I paint myself Out of this world Into another I paint my shadow with me I watch as the people I love Stare at me As they see Themselves and nothing more my favourite part. Well done!