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The man in the mirror has no reflection.
I looked in the mirror,
And made a promise to a girl.

I told her not to be afraid,
I told her never to doubt herself.

She was trapped,
I told her she'd be free one day.

I told her not to worry,
That this world would be kind to her.

I told her I'd do anything to bring her here,
To let her escape.

She looked me right in the eyes,
And she smiled.

She smiled a beautiful smile,
Joyous, beaming, grinning.

She smiled a pure smile,
Not forced, not a hint of sadness.

She cried three tears,
Of unrelenting relief.

And she whispered back,
So quietly.

I got so close to the mirror,
My breath clouded over her lips.

She whispered,
I will be strong

And when I drew back,
The mist of my breath,
Formed a heart,
One heart,
Between the two of us.
 Oct 2015 Amelia Constants AC
AM
I wonder if there will come a time
when you finally aware of what you make me feel
how I always consider myself as a fool for you
and the way you twist your words hurts my bones

do you even hear my tears dropping down my cheeks?
do you even see the frown I make beneath my smile?
do you even want to know?
do you even care to ask?

but when that moment arrived,
I swear it will be too late
I will be walking away too far
and you won't be able to even grasp my shadow
Dear nightingale, won't you sing to me your sweet song?
As I watch the moon cast it's shadow unto your tainted wings?
I want to be absorbed in a world of your tune
Dancing until the sun allows us
The stain of tears
Hidden in her russet locks
As she drifted away from
Her destiny

All behind in sorry
No blame of yet to come
A love so now departed
It is the lady's song

Come to me my lonely
Swim the wanton shore
Hold my hand my darling
For you
My evermore
the little girl just could not sleep
because her thoughts were far too deep
her mind had left her; gone out for a stroll
and fallen down the rabbit hole

this life will never be a wonderland
nothing goes just like it's planned
all the creatures are gathering round
as her broken body tumbles down

but darling, you're too late, I fear
your sanity has already left, my dear
maybe you're too big, or maybe you're too small
but you'll never get to wonderland at all

you're mad as a hatter, and far too late
you'll soon see, but you'll have to wait
this will soon all be a memory,
left only as a darkening dream...

(the girl wakes up to the smiling light of the crescent moon. but the nightmares don't end.)
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