“Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?” Everybody ask me the same and expect me to answer your name. But I’m truthful sorry I ain’t helpful. I show what I see please don’t buzz me. You praise when you are prettier and hate when you are uglier. Don’t blame me for all the happening. I also have feeling. I’m tired of hanging on the wall and answering to all your call. The thing you don’t realize is the overlook you see isn’t enough because beauty is a thing within.
In the empty house of snow, though, interred a blade of grass when I was searching one midnight flame in frozen night, on parting lips of darkness. The art of delusion churns the sea for an untitled arsenic, of a
You have given up Laid down your arms Whilst thinking that you are Still fighting, still going strong You have been blinded By the antithesis of love So much so that now you don’t even know Your ass from your
How can this happen, this horrible thing Beyond comprehension, my mouth covered, My eyes frozen, in horrified stillness. Surely a person could not do this, Could not be this cruel. A fire rose swiftly in my heart. My hand clinched