April

Deceptive freedom. Honest lies.
A charming, yet so dreadful guise.
Forgotten memories. Two hearts
Are in my chest, both torn apart.
Strong weakness of a wilted rose.
My two reflections, one disclosed.
A shadow of changing shapes.
The sorrow of different shades.
A bleeding wrist of strangers'faith.
A crystal tear on no one's face.

Odd soulless hearts in mystic frames,
You have no voices, know no shame!
Just when you're dumb, your words are true.
I'm hopeless. Well. But who are you??
You're nothingness behind green eyes,
Mistakes that never happen twice.
You're just a riddle for a day
To figure out - and stay away
From all this simply perfect mess,
Where I am hope, and you - are less.

mikeham

great last four lines: the simply perfect mess mixed with hope is great evocative moment and then that punch line and you-are less is quite vivid and witty, and perceptive; in fact I think the second stanza is stronger than the first which seems a little disjointed: you talk about two hearts and two reflections, but they're not really delineated.

April

Everything is as clear as it should be in both stanzas.
Everything that's described in the first stanza is this first reflection which is disclosed, another reflection is hidden, hence it isn't described.