Glass Mirror
Thy happiness which lies beneath my heart
It sings like a christmas carol with joiness of love
Some time I ask myself am I pretty enough?
Sometimes I praise my mirror for honesty
Mirror O Mirror how beautiful am I?
Why do I feel such animosity towards myself?
Why do I ask myself such silly questions my dear
It's such a silly perspective to think of myself this way
I ponder for a moment and ask myself
Am I over exaggerating or what my love?
Deep within my enormous heart
sails blood cells all over my body
Their white and red but they travel with an intense speed
Sometimes this speed gives me an aderline rush
What might have triggered this cause my love?
How does this feelings go away
People ask me if im okay
What response should I give them my dear
Sometimes I feel so rhetorical and speechless.
What might have caused these reactions my love
Dear o Dear Why can I not control my bipolarness
A bitchy moody feeling overwhelmed by estrogen
It defines my stage of stress when I'm overwhelmed?
O mighty mirror you feel so glossy
Regularly I clean you with a cloth and spray you with water-
so you can shine with perfection.
The mirror that shaders are like a cracked glass
A glass that is sensitive and fragile
The fragileness of my sweet name is just like a fragile glass
An ease character with a gentle touch
The touch which reaches everyone's hearts
The hearts which call out my name right through a magical mirror
Indeed I hear a gentle whisper word by word
The mirror replies to me, Come closer my dear
The soft words which become recorded within my ear
The words which cry out my name indeed
With sadness, each word cracks right through the mirror
It cries out rescue me, my dear
I'm lonely without your love. My heart cries out for you.
My beloved wife. Your gorgerous beauty invites deep-
within your beloved soul
A lapse of numbers tick very gently
Come to me I want you near me, my love
He whispers to my ear I need you, my dear
Come to me now, I get closer to him
He grabs me tightly and kisses me right through the beautiful mirror.
I ask myself are all mirror this romantic?
He says not all women are as beautiful as you
Thy heart within your bloodstream also has an intense-
beauty falling from your heart my love.
I invision your enormous heart like a waterfall
I gaze with naughty intentions hun.
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