Water searching ways to get out,
As I blow the curtains away,
It bleeds and seeps making a silent sound.
As I wipe off the aperture,
The mirror shows The other side,
A wet kiss and the rising mists,
As i find myself drown.
A glimmer of hope ,
As it runs to escape,
I follow some directions to go ahead of time,
I keep running to stand Still ,
As i watch the sun come out.
nice poem. didnt know you were a poet too
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ReplyDeleteUr poems are short and sweet, Liked them. :)
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