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my mirror
Show me how to love, be a mirror to me.
When the Pearly gates are opened
please, lead me home.
Once the dark days come
let your halo lighten my path.
In the darkness I feel like Sylvia Plath.
As much as I love all that pain in her words
I don't think I want a fate like hers.
Maybe God's not real,
maybe I won't get in.
Maybe life is to plead
to be freed from the sin
that's a mere belief that you can.
In the ground you will end,
or scattered across.
My mirror won't you bend
the rules of the cross
cause I don't think I will
get where they say I'll be free.
© mogsart
When the Pearly gates are opened
please, lead me home.
Once the dark days come
let your halo lighten my path.
In the darkness I feel like Sylvia Plath.
As much as I love all that pain in her words
I don't think I want a fate like hers.
Maybe God's not real,
maybe I won't get in.
Maybe life is to plead
to be freed from the sin
that's a mere belief that you can.
In the ground you will end,
or scattered across.
My mirror won't you bend
the rules of the cross
cause I don't think I will
get where they say I'll be free.
© mogsart
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