I spent the majority of my time recently In the mirror.
Screaming curses at myself for me to be better;
because I perceive myself as minuscule and insignificant
as a spec of dust on the pinhead of a needle,
hurdling towards the sun.
Pretty much nothing right?
Yeah.
But I slowly stopped hating the man in the mirror.
Little by little; the days would pass,
and the dim eyes of a man filled with sorrow and pain
would only look back at me for a moment,
before something began to stir in him.
A passion began to flicker like candlelight in his pupils,
and a smirk would emerge from the thought
that my lips were sweetly caressed by hers in the snow and rain.
So my candlelight arose
to melt away the snow.
Thanks to her;
the man in the mirror is no longer a sad, lonesome, stranger.
He's me.
And we will continue to smirk and smile; and beg her to stay a little while longer.
Because her lips are only intertwined with mine for a moment;
but that single moment when heart and soul agree,
will last me an eternity.