I am in room of curved mirrors.
Where ever looks it's wry and curvy.
Like life is made from pieces of the mirror.
Some grining in grimace.
Some twisting in the pain
Some sprawling in the smile of happiness.
Some sad, some sick, some mad.
Whole life reflected in curved mirrors.
Do I look fat in this?
Only if your perspective is curved.
Do you really like to kiss my thin lips?
More than anything on this earth.
Do my wrinkles bother you?
That's something I never even observed.
Besides, the mark of a face lift would be something you don't deserve.
I wouldn't trade one of your fingertips for the whole wide world.
This is why the world is curved;
So we cannot see too far down our path -
enabling us to discover our surroundings,
and enjoy it's flowers.
i like the way
he smokes his cigarettes,
a puff of smoke
coming out of
his curved lips,
give me a wicked
without a word,
and i am left once
of seeing him again,
and gathering some
courage to tell him
but that courage
he appears in front
of me, with another
lit cigarette, and
another wicked smile.
i love him no matter what.
— The End —