I Always Cry In Front Of The Mirror
I always cry in front of the mirror, Not because I want to see how I look, With that expression which, Screams out with agony. I always cry in front of the mirror, Just to spot out, If the tears had something more, To hide or a lot to speak. I always cry in front of the mirror, To solve the mystery, Which lies behind there cunning smile, On seeing a scared young girl cry, And gift her more reasons to shed them. I always cry in front of the mirror, Because I search for that single tear, Which might turn out to be fake. But I know this game of treasure hunt, Has no end and will continue forever, Since none of the tears, Have the lust to gain sympathy. I always cry in front of the mirror, To inspect the peculiarity of the tears, Not on the cheeks of the teen, But in the dark heart, As it never ends, Instead of infinite wipers. I always cry in front of the mirror, Just to find if those drops of salt water, Were loyal and honest enough, To convince the universe to grant me, The only pleasurable boon, I have been pleading for Of returning to me my sign of innocence, Since eternity.
2018-07-28 11:40:00
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