i believe that my soul just ditched me for imperfections i believe on the other side of the mirror its waiting for resurrection so i wait along just staring into the mirror so i wait along trying to fight the terror its just pieces of me staring me right in the eye knowing they can't be true coz they're a part of a lie yet the rebel that it is my soul won't come back it stares at me from the shadows in the black so i breathe again trying to bear the pain so i smile again at the emptiness of my soul.. in the hope that it might come back in the hope that it might accept me in the hope that it might just let it be... coz i dont want to be soulless any longer..
A very keen observation ... u are very close to what ever you are stating here ..the slowness of this poem makes us as readers see whats all around and feel it. Simply awesome !!! Its a treat to read such poetry
