Invisible

For I have died a thousand deaths
And hundreds have I lived
The darkness that my mind begets
Croons a requiem for sin


The glass slipper I shod today
Stands cracked by wrists of cold
The tears that were destined to be shed
Remain unmoved from their folds


Your phantom kiss on my lips
Lingers long after it's gone
Haunted by tomorrow's memories
Never destined to be born


I've ached for love behind my laugh
Cried for a place in your heart
Your eyes flit past me, looking
At a background of which I'm a part


And I walk in my cracked glass shoes
A bright pink I've painted my heart
To hide those cracks from your gaze
I smile and act my part...

--- Divya Kesri