Dear dear mirror,
Thou shall not lie,
I shall bury you with the maggots,
And I’m not afraid to try.
Tell me fancy mirror,
Is it good to be the cake?
When the stuffing is one big mess,
And the icing fades away.
Mirror mirror dear,
Does it hurt to keep a scar?
Mind if I hurt you a little,
You’ll still be what you are.
Tell me dear mirror,
Are we faulted at the roots?
Then how come I can’t make things work,
And you’ve still got your blues.
Mirror, darling mirror,
Shall we play your game?
The one in which we take the cards,
And throw them in the flames.
Mirror mirror please,
Don’t you make me cry,
I wasn’t kidding about the maggots,
Lest you don’t reply.
Written on 13th June, 09
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3 comments:
i could never really get the hang of free verse, which is why, i suppose, does this seem a lot better than a lot of what i've read lately,
and even though this does sound like an evanescence song at some places, this is still quite brilliant,
my favourite part?
the icing fades away,
until next time,
for the better and the verse,
totally evoking..!
Maddy, you've got a brilliant blog here. Do do write more.
Youre on my blogroll now, so ill keep checking in.
Neaat stuff girl
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