Mirror, mirror on the wall
tell no more lies of who we are.
Show that girl, who's body's all sore
waiting for death, who'll pray nevermore.
Show those drunken alleys
and those eerie valleys.
Show those house-haunted
and those parents who have kids unwanted
Show that boy, who's a slave
who's afraid
that his good memories may fade.
Show those sweetest - lies
and those quick fixes
Show those twinkling eyes
and those unfazed bliss(es).
Show those icicles on those lashes
who just want some fire and heat
Show those thirsty and sore throats
who just want a simple feast.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
tell a solution that resolves problems of all.
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Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
