Tomorrow can’t help changing my reflection Stripped the phantom of the vast illusion Making me believe in a single stare To seek the image from was and where I can’t reach the rope that was holding me back The fear I have long enough is been stuck I’m starting to get burn while seeing myself in the present Spelling the words what things I can and I can’t My past image was turned into a puzzle A riddle that I can never tell No one can figure what I’ve and will become Even me can’t see the different lines on my palm I gaze at the mirror and someone just appear Somebody I am afraid of all these years…… Composed by unnamed soul
Passion of my Hero
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2 comments:
hello,J..
indeed,we dont know our future..
sometimes we hate ourselves,and we only see flaws...
though,some polishing could help.,
and some appreciation to ourselves.
your poems are great,j..
keep it up!
I could get to know you more thru your writings..I could see some reflections.
tc..a big hug to you*
nice blog!you've deepness!!keep it up!;)
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