Looking in the mirror each morning when I wake, I stare into the eyes of a stranger.
A girl trapped inside her own heart, pounding against the glass for freedom.
But each evening when I go to sleep, the girl in the mirror awakes.
And steps out from her prison of reflection.
And free from the walls that closed her in a box all of her life
And free from the pains of only standing by and watching time pass
She lives and breaths and runs and sings and dances a new dance
And I no longer see a stranger inside the looking glass.
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For you, my love
a collection of poems I've written to give to my special someone when I find him
plus a few things of my own ^_~
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