I fall in love a little
with people who could
write well.
Such beautiful minds;
their words are facets
of escaped thoughts.
It's lovely.

-m.b

Those two eyes, those two brown eyes,
Deeper than the sea and larger than the skies,
If I look closely, I may get drowned, I fear those two eyes,
Yet they attract me, like a candle to night flies,
To be inside those eyes will be an end,
If I ever reach those eyes, I'll be no more,
My being will be a wink or a twinkle in those eyes,
Yes I like to play, yes I love to sing,
The poetry of silence, the music of quiet,
Played by the heart, and sung by the eyes,
Reflecting the shades of fear and pleasure,
Sometimes serene sometimes disturbed,
Those two eyes, those two brown eyes,
When I look around when I stand by,
My soul reaches and wondering do my eyes,
How can I seek? When can I find?
A permit to be there, saying
"Yes, you are invited, come through my eyes"
Oh those eyes, those two brown eyes

Let the word you speak
be one that echoes.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
I have never trusted you
At all!

Beauty lies beyond
Having a flawless body and face,
But your reflection dictates
That the beautiful, imperfect person
That is staring at you,
Is out of place.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why do you set people up
To fall?

There is more to life
Than having a perfect complexion,
There is more to life
Than trying to be "perfection!"

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
If you cannot be kind,
Or find anything nice to say...
Then please, do not speak
At all!

Why don't you tell that vulnerable,
Desperate person,
That's gazing into your guise,
That they don't need to try to fit-in -
Or be wearing a made-up disguise.

And why don't you tell
That poor aching soul,
That loving the skin that they were born in,
Should be their number-one goal!

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Beauty is skin deep -
Don't you know anything...
At all!

By Lady R.F ©2016