Sit in front of a mirror
my face a blank canvas
Staring into possibilities
Foundation gives color
To this Blank and lifeless soul
Prettier it seems
Fake eyelashes
Lines the eyes
The frugality of existence
Eyeliner to adorn
The souls mirror
Which once captured many hearts
Lipstick marks the presence
Of the voice that escapes
These cracked lips
Feeling prettier
By it all
The Mirror never lies they say
But all that was left was
Just another face...
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confused and composed
I know you are not good for me...But it's worse without you...even when I don't want you...I end up needing you...you are my favouri...
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Thought I couldn't live without you As I saw your blood dripping My hands red I had lost you Without a sign As I held you close You slip...
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Won't you save me from myself Will you just let me die within Suffocation in each breath I take Eternal bliss is all I crave Won't y...
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I stand facing the Blank stretch of canvas before me Thinking of all those pictures All those colours that were me Unsaid words, unspoken be...
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