If I make it through today
I'll know tomorrow not to put my feelings out
On display.1
And I smoothed out my hair in the reflection in the mirror. The twenty fifth visit it had in the past one hour.2
I reflected on my past life, the spendthrift hours, the alcohol, the women, the drugs.3
And I thought about that girl with the dark eyes, hair that smelt of jasmine, and the promise of just this one night. Love blows out faster than a candle in the rain, and the gentle matchstick's effort proves futile in the dampness of that afterglow.4
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This had a lot of depth. I mean how many of us haven't stood in front of a mirror or a door and just went over and over something that has happened recently or even something that has happened in the past? I've caught myself a number of times.
Nice, very insightful.
~Syren~. Rewarded 4
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thanks...it's really appreciated..u see this is the first conscious effort two write somethingn down for after over a year
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excellent
I just really like how honest this piece is and enjoy how the character going through the agony is male. Just like women, men can also wear their heart on their sleeves, with the final effect being just as devastating. One woman always remains in your mind, no matter how hard one tries to forget. Well done. Great imagery.. Rewarded 4
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thanks...it's really appreciated..u see this is the first conscious effort two write somethingn down for after over a year
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An odd little snippet, this. I could almost imagine myself being an onlooker in the bathroom, catching stray thoughts from the narrator.
There's almost a sense of desperate, melancholic optimism in the end...things never last, so enjoy them while you can, and don't hope for more. Or have I missed it entirely (I don't always get the point, I know)?
It is, anyway, interesting.. Rewarded 4
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thanks...it's really appreciated..u see this is the first conscious effort two write somethingn down for after over a year
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