oh, you used to be so strange to me
standing just to the side
filling your head with water
didn’t somebody ever stop you
and say, wait a minute…
stop giving up?
you don’t need that much,
you never did
this meaningless emptiness
that you throw yourself at
i’m sure you know by now
it’s not gonna last
but for as long as you burn
your magic will never
ever fade…
but it’s what you come to
after months of hiding away
and you find you don’t have the words
for what you wanted to say
i’m sure it’ll come some day
and you’re longing for something
you don’t have to explain
i know you like listening
to the sound of the rain

just wait a little while and you’ll find
somewhere to be, you don’t need to hide
and the moon casts its shadow
on the earth that we love
and it’s going down tonight
i don’t know if it ends
nobody ever told me
how to leave somebody
without haunting them
this isn’t the first time
and i feel you understand
but it’s alright if i’m wrong,
i will stay here.
i know you won’t have me
but you’ll still have hope
and i hope that is enough
as it is for me…
and you stop and think
once upon a time…
i hope your arms are full;
i hope your eyes are bright.

Hearts go racing,
Pulses burst out,
Tummies flip over,
The moment you arrive.

Your silhouette is slim n supple,
Your smile so austere n demure,
Your sillage smokes life,
In every path you pass by.

But catching your attention,
Is like a pie in the sky,
Oh we hail you Goddess!,
You bewitched us n dumped into a slumber.

My poems have dried,
the songs sound dull,
vision is all murky n hazy,
everything has turned so eery
like tonight's sky.

All i m left with are d moments spent,
the laughs shared,
the unsaid things on my lips,
life is in pieces n bits
d past was good but d reality hits.

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.

They reflect on the character
It shows more than just image
That is the use of  mirrors
They reflect on who you are
What you have written in pages
For the chapters of your whole life
You can see the change in them
The image you see slowly changes
You can see the innocent soul
Which could slowly turn into monsters