Mirrored Image

Mirrored Image

A Poem by Bellamorte

Here I am.

Here's my heart

And here's my soul.

 

Inspect the cracks,

The Twists,

The Turns,

The cavern that burns deep into the center of my Soul.

 

It hurts.

Oh, how it hurts.

It hurts, but I won't let go.

It hurts, but I'll keep on pretending that everything is fine.

I'll keep on pretending that I am devine.

I'll keep on pretending that I am perfection,

That everything you want is your own misconception.

 

 

Here I am.

Here's my innocence

And my plea to guilt.

 

 

© 2011 Bellamorte


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i love this i can't tell you why but i already want to read it again

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Expose yrself to the image and open yr heart... kewl write

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"Here I am.

Here's my innocence

And my plea to guilt."

how perfectly ended and absolute!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Bellamorte
Bellamorte

Lordswood, Kent, United Kingdom



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I go by the names Sophiey or Kitten. I'm currently writing a lot more poetry since all of mky work got deleted for some unknown reason. Enjoy. more..

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