my reflection in your eyes,
reality without lies,
yet each time, part of me dies.

Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 14, Reflection In Your Eyes)

(’12, Oct 14)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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