Month: November 2013

Dear B

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Towards the mirror as I glance,

The reflection has changed,

I despise it,

As I see more of myself,

And less of you.

Too many secrets,

Too many Hopes,

Too many gossips,

Too many fibs,

Too many dreams,

Too many fears,

All whispered into your ears.

Too much power,

All siphoned into your soul,

So much so, that as in the mirror I looked

All it reflected was you!

And now I am left

With all these gaping holes.

Feeling deeply vulnerable,

I am beyond recoverable.

Perchance I should forfeit,

Perchance we never will be.

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