03-12-2018, 03:46 PM
This is my second poem ever, I really want to improve! Please leave a critique, if you have any suggestions.
Alluring eyes met the gaze of mine
consumed by this beacon of aspiration
I paused to absorb a remnant of its shine
reaching out in desperation
to escape my organic confine
pushing further towards liberation
possessed by the agent of vanity
oblivious to the destination of my affection
walking hand in hand, from sanity
toward the eyes of my reflection
guided by the agent in the mirror
who offers a mask made of glass
his toll of deceit seen clearer
paid every time that I pass