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Thursday, August 20, 2009

Through The Looking Glass,

though the looking glass,
i see
a world filled with mystery.
a world of hopes and dreams,
that could end in utter misery,
a world ripped upon the seams.

i see your face
slipping away from me,
i try to save you from this reality.

this reality,
thats more than fake.
but less than real.

i see this all through the looking glass,
hoping to stumble in on my ass,
just to see what could have been.

its like a past,
but also a future.
having nothing to do with the present.

im trying to find a way in,
with knowing a way out.
i see unopened doors.

my heart fell in
behind you,
im trying to reach out and grab it.

i hate to say you have my heart,
but you say you couldn't let it fall,
my reality is slipping.

through the looking glass,
i see all the possibilities,
all the doors to enter.

but instead of jumping in,
or clumsily falling in,
im just going to walk away.

and stay in this reality.
rachel reed
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