Our perfect reflections don't need second guesses.A Poem by Lee W. Deason
Throw the peculiar look on today.
It's looks best when over dressed. Make another stare to scream my name. Screaming my name on the fragile doll. I can't deal with it, the constant tick of... Issues with no remedy, I so sick of... Barrier atmosphere... We aren't here. In the bruise I see similar effects. I know you feel it, you detect. A disturbance in the line. I'm not fine. With the silence, of whats going on. Receive my wish, a permanent gift. Talk to me through it, and tell me you love me. You'll perceive it all, and we won't talk. About it. Perfect reflections don't need second guesses. Unravel, your distress. Push 7 buttons to address... The boy waiting to hear... you. I can't deal with it, the constant tick of... (You without me.) Issues with no remedy, I so sick of... (She's the key.) Barrier atmosphere... We're still there. (Holding on.) To the only things we want. (To be taken away together.) Our perfect reflections don't need second guesses. © 2008 Lee W. DeasonAuthor's Note
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