Treasure Island

astrid carolina

(october 31 96 / honduras baybeeeh)


Our trust was like a mirror
And you broke it,
You hurt yourself,
And all the pieces fell on me.
You soon tryed to fix the mirror.
But you can still see,
Where some pieces that are mising should be.

I look for the pieces because what's the point
Of a broken mirror?
Some part of your reflection is missing.
When I stood close to the mirror standing straight
I could see,
The only left missing piece,
were where my eyes should be.

What do i see?
A bearly put together mirror.
And a piece is missing and some are filled
with fake cement and I can still see the cracks.
That isn't a mirror.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 14, 2010

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