With conscious aspect of mind, <br />i can feel with my glass heart, <br />invisible to your crystal eyes, <br />and when your thin lips, <br />slip on the skin, <br />with prides of being a simple, <br />the intricate d question, <br />scrambles to the brain. <br />the mirror tells false, <br />features to myself, <br />being with tortures, <br />and dragged, <br />and bruised, <br />on thorns, <br />i scream once more, <br />in some nightmare.<br /><br />Rafique Farooqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/once-more-33/
