"If you don't have something nice to say
then don't say it."

People would do well to remember this whilst looking in the mirror.

(For Timothy)

Twas a short poem I was reading...
I had started writing my comments, when...
A very strange feeling rushed through me.
With very strange thoughts:

"This... has exactly happened before...
This poem, I have read before...
Written these very same thoughts before!"

Over and over, I blinked...I had to make sure...
But, all at once, one brief moment...
I found myself seated beside a grand piano,
By a wide ostentatious stairway,
In a bright, candle-lit mansion...
But, stranger still, while I was writing,
My eyes strayed to my right,
To a mirror by the wall...
I saw a handsome young man,
With slightly long curly hair,
Wearing a long-sleeved, white ruffled shirt
And a pair of dark pants,
Holding paper and quill,
Looking back at me...

I was staring at myself!

I was holding a paper
Where I had written my thoughts
About a poem titled
"WILT...."

( November 5, 2013/ 2:00PM)

Sally

Copyright 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

Picture perfect.
Handsome face.
Flawless smile.
All sin erased.

My addiction.
Rose colored view.
Thoughts repeated,
I just want you!

But how the mighty have fallen!
But where in my heart are you at now?
But when does your name pass my lips?
But what made affections turn foul?

And why did the roses all wilt?
And where did the fairy-tale end?
And what made me turn from your face?
And how has the mighty fallen?