MerlotA Poem by BlueZanSmoke escapes lips stained bloody-red with merlot, along with lyrics to a song you both already know. Without looking into eyes and using only words, it's easy to romanticize what creates a perfect girl, but words are easy, words flow like merlot makes you blush. Words lie like photos lie, like the reflection of these lips can't lie, unless they're moving. Perception of a beautiful face is like a sweet dream with a lovely tint, laced with images that give a brutal hint of what lies behind big, summoning eyes, reflecting like a mirror because there's nothing else inside. Violence ensues when you hate your reflection and what you don't recognize translates as loss but if a broken mirror is seven years bad luck, then what will the shattered image cost? © 2014 BlueZanReviews
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6 Reviews Added on January 23, 2014 Last Updated on January 23, 2014 |