I have spread my wings/Only for them fold in/

useless pieces of paper.../I have imagined a world away
Where everything here is defined/Without ethreal lines
between the pages of our lives/Or torn heartstrings between our souls/

A rose is a rose no matter the beauty/No matter the color

I am a watermark in society/Seen only when held up to the light
Which when held up/I am transparent
Glass for your eyes to peer through/Pick apart and choose
Which pieces of me you'd like to use/To further your means/

Yet I am impervious/I am eternal


A waterfall of emotion/Still only goes one direction
Down as far as the eye can see/Down into thought
Dark and deep/For I too have miles to walk before I sleep/

Mirrors are the source of fairytales/Fine lines between good and evil
That whisper only hauntingly of regret/Yet life shall not be so
It was told to me that evening/When I made the choice
To peer deep into the looking glass/Deep within myself/

Only to find emptiness/Cold and used
Yet I am myself in here/Somewhere dark/
Still asleep/Lost in this world
In a mire of broken promises I failed to keep/

I am drowning.

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