The girl with the looking glass heart

The girl with the looking glass heart She polished the lens with a smudge of her finger, still tiny traces of memories linger Held to the light so the streaks they were showing, wiped it again all the while just knowing Darkness collected the corners she wept, placed in the box with the love letters kept Tied with a ribbon and sealed with a kiss, stuck in a closet no longer to miss Something was blurred in the sight she was seeing, another time and a place often fleeing Wanting the one with the smile unending, lost in this room on the whispers now sending She did not breathe, no not one breath of air, sitting alone in the dark she did stare Wishing on dreams out of focus and light, wondering if it was day or was night Opened a curtain, the sun was deceiving, blinding the truth that her soul was believing Calling reflections of love’s shining fashion, thought back to days filled with feelings and passion Took out a hanky and with just the right touch, cleaned off the smears she had hated so much Looked to the sky, she could see every part, for she was the girl with the looking glass heart

Reviews

[Miss Sharon]

(Looked to the sky, she could see every part, for she was the girl with the looking glass heart) A beautiful closure to this awesome write! I always enjoy the rhyming couplets. ~Sharon

[Cassie]

I have always enjoyed your poetry, your rhyming. Happy to read you

[willweb]

Thank you so much Cassie.

[Einstein Noodle]

wow! smart rhymes .. smooth enough read .. i think your close is fantastic .. original use of a cliche' .. i think your following of the metaphor throughout is strong .. the imaging crisp and creative .. i like this a lot .. and read it over just for the enjoyment .. well done says i .. man! who hasn't tried to clean glass .. and those corners .. who can ever get to them .. she tries to get past the loss and pain .. but can't ... the smudges can't be wiped clean .. the sun will always reveal the streaks .. excellent stuff says i! ... glad i stopped to read!
E. .

[willweb]

I am thrilled you liked this. Thanks so much for your humbling comment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I wish I could produce rhyme with this smooth flow...and the story told...the memories that still haunt her...that still bring moisture to her eyes...tears that drop upon that looking glass.
j.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much for your comment