such a joy and yet a bane;
a piece to reflect the mood


random thoughts: through the looking glass

how delicate the mirror seems
adorned with the reflection of your face.
now those sad eyes, please dont tear
i'll bring a flower and a song
if only you could hear
these words i hold so dear.
alas it is the mirror's bane
its plebeian frame unbefitting
to hold such a lovely face.
oh! wont you pause just for awhile.


they say to love someone
is to give away a part of your soul
go figure...

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