I see flaws in people like cracks on the pavement,
So trust me when I'm avoiding pictures and mirrors, it's no kind of statement,
It's just a reflection reflects more than I'd ever want it to,
All that I can and could not do, dreams and thoughts, all that is false and true,
It's like opening a book and knowing the story,
The plot twists, the characters emotions, and history in the cold when it's stormy,
That's what I see, I don't see me,
What I perceive is what I believe, that which I need and dream to be,
Though the mirror hanging on the wall is fine it's me that's cracked,
Fractured, captured in a moment where I am still seeing everything I lack,
So I'll continue to duck and weave from what I perceive, dodging mirrors and photographs,
I don't know my whole story, of my book this is just the first draft,
So I'm gonna focus on ignoring it all and doing what I can,
Because in reflection a reflection isn't everything I am.

Something so beautiful, something so true.
Happiness comes to me everytime that I see you.
Like a kid in a merry-go-round
hoping that you will always be around.

A feeling that is so strong;
Loving you was never wrong.
My heart yearns of you so much.
I can't wait to feel your tender touch.


Sweet melodies I hear.
Angels gather around me
Every time that you are near.
Samantha I'm at your mercy.

When i see you ,all the world is in my hand
I dont need anything even the brearth
Because you are the breath
You are the air around me
You lift me up and down
You take me to another world
So different of our world
It is world of happiness
World filled of color white
And you are the sun come out from it

I'm waiting for each apology for the many ****** somethings you've done,
though I've always known that I'm ultimately never getting a single one.
But now after all the years,
and so many frustrated hot tears,
I realize that our halves have never fit,
and I should stop trying to get used to it.

Why is it that that every time I try to write a poem my first thought is to write it about you.

I fell in love with the sky and maybe thats why i loved you. you were an angel and i was a mermaid, i sat in depths and i couldn’t get back up and live on the surface, like you could; i didn’t have wings; i couldn’t fly like you could; but i could swim into realities and see the pretty world the way that it was. it was so painful to look at the stars and know id never get there. maybe thats why i chose you


it turns out that you were not an angel and maybe I’m not a mermaid. thats all well and dandy because i’m going to reach the stars one day and frankly, i don’t care about you anymore.