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Author: The Prismatic View
Fiction Rated: K - English - Poetry/General - Reviews: 3 - Published: 09-27-06 - Updated: 09-27-06 - id:2253750

Mirror, Mirror

by Bitter Irony

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Scattered pieces on the floor

Sharpened edges, as they fall

catch the light and make it soar

up across the vaulted ceiling

heavy as the dark it’s stealing

and silent as the night, revealing

my heart shattered, evermore.


Mirror, mirror on the wall

Have you seen the man who toyed

with my heart, and left me fall?

Like glass, I’m scattered and devoid

of light: there’s none for me to cast

the ceiling here is far too vast

The moment passes far too fast

and leaves my heart destroyed


Mirror, mirror on the wall

If ever he comes back to me

I will not come back into thrall

to him, of whom I’m finally free

I have no spirit left to fight

for love, which turns to bitter spite

like broken mirrors scatter light

and rivers run to sea.


Mirror, mirror on the wall

Scattered pieces on the floor

Sharpened edges, as they fall

catch my reflection nevermore

The memories I’ve tried retrieving

are too far lost, far too deceiving

Mirror, mirror, I am leaving

your broken pieces, forevermore.



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