I see the distant past like a
mirrors reflection ripple cast
upon the quiet lake of blue
beneath the weeds that grow
and tangle up my soul to pull
me under to the abyss far below.
Narcissistic boy sitting on the shore
always looking in to see myself
to find him looking back with anger
from below the water’s edge.
Amongst the depths he lived
and wanted nothing more to live
in peace and never come to be
the boy sitting on the shore
Instead he smiled when brought
to surface by the boy so desperate
to be among the many mirrored
faces of reflected images rippled
by waves gently lapping at the shore.
Shall I fall into the magic spell cast
upon my young heart beating for a
boy who looks back with smiles upon
his face wishing for reflections from
the prince who sits on shore with his
narcissistic grin and wishes he could
be my muse and frolic with me in
the depths of waters edge.
Not to be I see him leaving me
to run with royal bloods and feel
his freedom on the ground secure
without reflections from the depths
of waters deep faces he once knew
so long ago.
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