The reflection of the mirror
is not what i see
It lacks depth and dimension
You cant see what i see.
i dont need to reach into the mirror to touch what i see.
I can simply touch what i see.
Dont be displeased by what you see
know that i love you dispite what you see.
Because what i see. Is much more than just a reflection of what you see.

An old man in blue suspenders
gazed down at his wife
who had just slipped away
in this hospital

Her last breath was taken
at 2152, documented by doc’s writing
what started with chest pain
ended in this dimly lit room

The old man looked up at me
gravity pulled a tear to his shoe
I blinked, the room began to spin

The old man
in blue suspenders
then calmly said,

"As I look down at her wrinkled face
and thin lips,
I can vividly remember the day
our friendship began

Her eyes were full of life
her red lips plump,
her smile made my heart
brew emotions that wouldn’t pass

We talked about these things
that made life seem so right

She was my best friend.

Now here lies her peaceful face
washed away and pale
death has finally taken her
as it will me

But those moments,
those moments of life
the bliss and her youth
live on immortally

she’s still there in my mind
that young girl,
with fire in her eyes."

Sing that sweet song i use to know
you know the way you did when we met
but sing it just as it was
and not what it has become.
over the years the melody has changed
And the rythm a little off
I haven't forgot it,
I hope you haven't either
But if you can't rememeber
it is ok,
the metronome will always Tick
to remind us how beautiful
that sweet song was

dont compare just listen, not to my words
But to my heart,
cant see them coming out of my eyes
Not because your not deserving of them
But because i cant. Not because of you
But because of my past.
I hurt like everyone else,  i just hurt on the inside.
A phacade to the world, like nothings wrong
But inside i am in pain.
When was the last time the world saw me sad?
Were both too blinded by our anger, frustration, and sadness.  
We forget what that gentle breeze feels like,
And allow the strong winds to blow us away
When we know that their are many good moments
But we allow the protagonist to be the bad times
In our lives, And make mountains out of moe hills.
But i know deep down the good
will always out weigh the bad.
So  as long as thier
Are good times, i will always stand the storm,
because you will always be worth it.
Not because of the kids, not because of the house or cars
Or money. Simply and only because of you.