posted on Dec, 6 2015 @ 11:54 AM
Ummm..."mirror...mirror...on the wall"
Reflections
Fortunate that when we gaze into the mirror
we only see that which we choose to perceive
Think that if you beheld the looking glass
Viewed yourself realistically
I stand naked in reflection
My sins festooned upon my flesh
A flock of harpy leeches
weighing me down
Drinking love and laughter
Their tongues the careless
hatred of indifference
Whisper seductive
When I find the strength
to cast aside all pretense
all thought of self and selfish
perception marries realism
Ahhh...the sound of wedding bells on the air...
YouSir
edit on 6-12-2015 by YouSir because: of a lack of space...