looking at my stained mirror..

This blog will be more on stories and poetry made by my own imagination. Some may be based from my own experiences while some may be excerpts from other short stories and literature. Some of the following entries I made were not published according to the date they were written. Looking through a stained mirror, you will see a glimpse of me..

Friday, November 2, 2007

You look past my gaze
I looked into your eyes
I saw hatred, I saw lies
Life is moving
I'm stuck here waiting
But you won't move
I sense hesitation
It's burying me even more
Is it over?
Can't we really work things out
Has your heart been closed
As our world fell apart..

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