She was just a stranger
Another face in the crowd
One that didn't stand out
One that didn't know how
But he was quite the artist
And enjoyed views such as she
The ones made delicately
The ones that couldn't see
Then the man swooped down like an angel
And rescued her from her life
And painted her how he saw her
Their love sharp as a knife
But he could not bear it
He could not compare to it
For every day before that
Was his choice to repair her
And he painted her forever
Pictures lining all the halls
Before he realized what she wanted
It was too late for she was gone
She disappeared like pain itself
To return when nobody could see
For the next morning when he came home
Sitting tall against the wall
Was a picture of him from her
Captioned "Love came not easily"

You seep into my mind like blood through a wound
Your words are the mixture of a gentle caress and harsh slap
I do not understand how you can do what you may and still let yourself breathe freely
I don't mean to be arrogant but I can't see myself doing the same

There were many things you did not say
There are many of the wrong people you didn't deny at your door step
Figuratively of course; even you are human enough to pity a poor outsider
But you would not properly listen to what had to be said by them

I can think you to be cruel and call you names until the sun sets
But you had the sweetest touch, the softest voice, the most needy hold
You acted as though I was every breath you'd ever need to take again
I don't understand, you either lied or stopped breathing

When you left me in the cold winter's air alone

In my mind I can see the rain pouring everything it has into the ground,
I can see the sun shining with all its might onto the earth
and I can see the air breathing all its breath to help a single rose blossom and grow,
and I know that due to all these things,
bouquets of flowers are given to lovers to show their affection for one another
and each petal, no matter the color, represents all the feelings we may or may not feel
yet cannot express,
so we give each other flowers to show emotions that mean more than we can say,
just like all the things given to a seed growing in the ground every day
to prove that anything, no matter size, shape or color,
can become beautiful enough to express the one emotion that can never be explained by mere words,
yet easily expressed with a single rose.

Mirror mirror on the wall
Through their fear you make them crawl
Through their lies you ****** their souls
Through their hearts we never grow old

Mirror mirror my old friend
We strip these people of defense
We **** their spirit and all their friends
We keep young faces until the end

Mirror mirror on the wall
Am I the fairest of them all
With what I've done inside these walls
When will I get to be immortal

Mirror mirror you sly leach
With all the lessons I've seen you teach
All the pain inflicted on me
I **** all the fair women I can reach
I enslave these men, every, each

*Mirror Mirror

I feel so much sadness
In the way that you speak
To me when I'm crying
When my eyes start to leak

The way that you held me
Is different from now
It's all out of sympathy
The love has run down

You left me so quickly
You sped like the wind
And I miss you so sweetly
My old, dear friend