Rising from the surface,
I cannot contain,
The feelings, the emotions,
Of this mortal pain.
I lower my face,
Afraid to see,
My reflection in the glass,
The hurting part of me.
Broken, shattered,
Torn completely apart;
I wish I had never,
Given you my heart.
So I avoid myself,
The mirrors too;
All because,
I had believed in you.
I wish you would look,
Look at me,...;
Look into my heart,
At the pain you'll see.
Do you see the pain?
The hurt you made?
I never thought,
You would feel this way.
For you not to care,
To not see this pain;
I am forced to see,
What our love became.
Empty and hollow,
Winter has begun;
The coldest season,
Has finally won.
I look out the window,
Searching my soul;
Seeing your coldness,
I close the door.
Look into my eyes,
One day, hopefully;
And see my real soul,
And what could be.
written by M. White, December 11, 2002
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