Mirrors

A delicate flower glistening with dew,

Thats what I saw when I thought of you.

All sparkly and shiny like a looking glass,

But when you look in, it's warped and mashed.

A defective mirror of shattered dreams,

everything is not as it seems.

For the funhouse mirrors do distort

reality's sharp discomfort.

The pure little flower glistening with dew

is really the breath of despair spewed

Upon my torn and bleeding heart

suffocating it from the start.