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Conversation with the mirror
Contributed by
m3
on
Saturday, 23rd October 2004 @ 09:08:51 PM in AEST
Topic:
FriendshipPoetry
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I looked in the mirror I saw your face instead of mine The tear drops became tear streams Flodding my mind with memories Memories of times when you and I Would sit in the yard and reminise About meaningless things like tomorrow A tomorrow when we'd be kickin it high In a Dallas apartment complex That tomorrow has you free That tomorrow doesn't have me here Drowning in my lack of accomplishments Suddenly the face in the mirror Starts to speak, I can't hear I close my eyes and listen close Just because I'm not there Doesn't mean I'm not here Just because I'm a failure Doesn't give you the right To throw away your life Just waiting for me to return With tears rolling down your cheek Wishing I was near hoping I was there It's time to take your eyes off the mirror Of what we wanted tomorrow to be And make that drive to Dallas And get my apartment ready for me
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2004-10-23 21:08:51] (Date/Time posted on
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