Sunday 27 March 2011

My Distorted Reflection

You are my jailor,
you are my escape.
You are my passion,
you are my hate.
You are my cancer,
you are my cure.
You are perfection.

You are my failure,
you aren’t my shape.
You have no compassion,
you aren’t my fate
You aren’t the answer,
you aren’t so pure;
my distorted reflection.

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