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 waters 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 looking in
Instead he smiled when brought
to surface by the boy so desperate
to be amongst 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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