Dragging on,
Dark to light,
Days are long,
As is the night,
But it is true,
Even after a day,
I still miss you,
As if you've been away,
For a lifetime and change.

I left the school where
Rainy days turned the
Pavement into glass and
Reflected the twilight as
I walked home each night.
I guess it was my fear of
Mirrors.
I guess it was my fear of
Not following the guideline,
Not filling the pattern set
For me. But I came to see
Imitation isn't flattering &
So I am blossoming into me.