Living life through wrinkled picturesA Poem by The Poet
The moment your reality becomes imaginary,
the painted pictures you have in your mind, turns to wrinkled pictures that are now staring back at you. And daily, your constantly screaming to yourself and fighting with the man in the mirror, wondering what went wrong. Well, I actually find it quite symbolic based upon your stubbornness, and how you only wanted things your way not wanting to listen to the pain you caused others. So now guess what, now you're only left with wrinkled pictures,stained with tears. © 2014 The Poet |
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Added on December 23, 2014 Last Updated on December 23, 2014 Author
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