Is it me

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    Is it me

    Is it me I see when I stare in the mirror, should I love her, should I fear her should I long to get near her?
    Should I tell her all my secrets to put her to the test? Then again what is a secret to the one who knows you best?
    Can I look into her eyes and see within myself or if I look into her eyes would I see somebody else?
    Can she help me fix the things that are broken inside of my heart ?
    Would she help pick up the pieces if I truly fell apart?
    The image stands speechless with saddness in her eyes.
    If she were to answer me back it would no be no suprize.
    Because she wants to be acknowledged, she feels so all alone.
    But when she looks in the mirror she knows she is not on her own.
    So she trys to become one with the image that she sees and the only way she can accomplish that is on her knees.
    Praying for the strength to get to know herself.
    The only way that , that can be accomplished is through God and no one else.
    "Help me God to set the cage bird free.
    I am looking in the mirror and this image is me.


    Lashonda Cornwell 11/ 21/ 2008

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    DeepSpoken commented on Is it me

    05-13-2009

    Nice! your style resembles mine. keep the creativity coming.

    Love1 commented on Is it me

    02-05-2009

    I love that! i can put tune to that. I can can sing very well maybe we could compare notes later.

    Vonz commented on Is it me

    12-10-2008

    very deep and very touching. i love it.

    blkmanwaitng commented on Is it me

    11-26-2008

    i like that nice

    Terra commented on Is it me

    11-22-2008

    That felt more like lyrics to a beautiful song than a poem. Have you ever thought about writing music?

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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