High School just isn't what it use to be.

Shattered Mirror

Pure reflection across angel eyes

Silver beginning was yes very wise

Perfection itself was a clever disguise

Time played a game with fate and in turn

Caused innocents abroad to take a slight burn

Somewhat singed angels would have no return

Year after year this mirror would break

Blow after blow, how much could it take

A simple warning was destiny's mistake

The reflection shattered, pieces remain

Angels have fallen; now left in vain

'The reason, we will never explain


Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2006-11-17 at 06:39

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