by Lucien Valdres on Sat Jun 25, 2016 7:08 pm
Do you love me? now that you see me,
Can you ever change, the way your eyes do gaze?
Always to look to you, you judge me do,
never kind nor cruel, yet my eyes do pull,
To you, to me, the man I see,
An image or illusion, entrust or deny,
I only look and wonder, why you often see me cry,
Flaws or flawed are the cracks you reflect in me,
Distortion or truth of what can be,
Tired now of staring back, hammer now at that crack,
To shatter and fall as if ceased to be,
Yet here I stand, me whole you'll never be,
Who and what I am isn't what you show,
All you are is pretty lies, you ever loathsome whore,
Mirror, mirror on the ground,
For now I'll be inwardly proud.