Shadows and Reflections
It's been for such a long time
It you're solid to Imagine like
Borders pushed up until this point
As in the debris of a star
Once lighted with enthusiasm
Seizes to exist with battle and mindfulness
Imitated a job excessively great
Excessively great not to be valid
Can't differentiate nobody could
Bended lines shadow influxes of blue
Faking it and smile is simple
Faces pass by and u become accustomed to it for some time
Continue to hear them words and murmurs
Block them out and make an effort not to stagger
Getting under your skin step by step
Prearranged words anything you say
Glancing through your eyes
Just that mirror can lie
That equivalent face penetrating into your spirit
Looking for that SOS call
A reflection that shouts what you murmur
Scars sentiments like yesterday actually rankle
Kicks in behind close entryways
An up and down ride of feelings keeping track of who's winning
Pushed where it counts yet still in the shallow
Entagled between a reflection and a shadow
Pussyfooting in dithering which one to follow
Grins of a shadow or shouts of a reflection
An entertainer's act or an exile's admission
An endorsement searcher or a bold of dismissal
A forlorn outgoing person or a peaceful outsider
Peer tension or resolution what to project
Power outages or recollections that last
A scarcely discernible difference between what's clearly false and what's valid
What you need and what you're pushed to do
Lost between a shadow and a reflection
Misjudged signals become an example of your projection
#ŠK
@silent_words_sk
The story goes, that I am not the individual you keep. Furthermore, GOD restrict you do, it is to torment my spirit. To keep me in torment and to keep me from harmony. Until such time I don't look, sound or think like me. Since, I'm too rough you heard; serious areas of strength for excessively, with a character ill suited for any semblance of you. Furthermore, when you left, I was only a rubble. A reminant of what I used to be. Attempting to develop back, I arrived at the understanding that a portion of the pieces were too weighty to even consider lifting and some concealed in the completely dark dimness. Without those pieces strolled a delightful distortion. Looking deliberately unusual, to frighten any new interests. Since, I believed, on the off chance that some unacceptable breeze unceremoniously passes up, my new brilliant appearance would by and by break and perhaps this time it won't look as lovely. Indeed, that is dread. Thus, in light of this I ask, 'Good day, have we met?', incase you have taken on a 'wolf in a sheep's clothing' structure.
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