Poema

lizor_08

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29 Mayo 2008
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Facing a blind mirror I close weary eyes.
Touch softly skin deep scars
on a face that life nibbles away
like oceans to dunes.
Confidence is nothing but a lying cacoon.
Fantasies; idealistic acquiescence rust,
who some slumber in, to avoid reality's dust.

Sick of words that protect me,
illusive walls so looks won't affect me.
Remember self-esteem is our own child.

Despise and rant at my face,
pray for beauty.
God.... erase and replace....
please....