alterEGO

Letters smell like the past,
your drawings on the side of the paper,
feelings you tried to hide,
in your mind the confrontations never end,
all of the time,

Series of events participated through your life,
Your achievements, reflections of your courage,
the apprehension of your thoughts,
emotions through the senses of your mind,

a mental state arises in my head,
in every girls face, i can see,
careful considerations..
Her achievements, reflections of her courage,

she tries to hassle me to prove i'm wrong,
slightly irritating me,
just like the actions that i've never attained with effort,
it's so tempting to lie now,
never tried to be myself towards you,
rejecting my own wishes all the time,

striking myself down with my own words,
and im ashamed of myself,
it's a state of distress, i guess,
caution in avoiding harm or danger,
my hart says, you're my passion.

Angel

You managed to nail reality in the first sentence.
Letters do indeed smell like the past.
There is a feeling I get from this that I can't quite put my finger on. Not something that happens often.
This will be one that I read several times and get a different feel for it each time.

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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was within me an invincible summer.
~Albert Camus