Mirror Mirror On The Wall?
Was it really all a lie?

Mirror Mirror On The Wall?
Was it even love At all?
Or did I just hear,
What I have always yearned?

Mirror Mirror On The Wall?
Why does letting go always hurt?

She continues to beseech the cracked mirror upon the wall,
A mirror that can offer her no answer
And as she does,
Her heart continues to break
Forming cracks upon its surface.

Like the setting sun,
Rich hues of red blended with oranges, purples and crimsons.
She Walks In Beauty.
Awaiting the night sky.

Like the moon,
florescent and luminous,
She Walks In Beauty
Bathed in an ethereal glow.

If I Know What Love Is,
I Know It Is You.

If I Know What Love Is,
It Begun With You.

The Way Your Lips touched mine,
The Way Your Hands Brought Me Comfort.
They Kept Me Warm And Safe,
They Made Me Feel At Home.

If I Know What Love Is,
I Know It Is You,
For If I Know What Love Is,
I Have Seen It In Your Eyes.

If I Know What Love Is,
I Know That I Love You
And just Like The Sun, Moon And Stars,
My Love For You Shall Last.

As I Love You Eternal.

"Te amo aeternam."

Maybe one day the pain will disappear,
Maybe one day I won't shed a tear,
And maybe one day,
I will look in the mirror
And see myself for who I am.

Maybe one day I won't wish for death,
Maybe one day I will have hope,
And maybe one day,
I will finally smile
And find that I can really cope
With all my problems and my fears.

Maybe one day you will see me here,
And offer me a helping hand.

Tired beyond compare,
I do not see you shattered eyes,
That look at me with broken love,
As I take another swig.

You hate my addiction,
You hate the fact that I'm dying,
But unlike you,
I have come to terms with my impending demise.

I hear you whimper
And I close my eyes.
Maybe I won't see you break apart,
If I close my eyes,

And maybe you won't see the pain
Within the tears that I refuse to let fall.

Somewhere Far Away from home,
Where war raged,
And death roamed free,
He lay there upon the ground;
Tired and broken,
As he silently weeped.

He wept for the friends and loved ones he had lost.

Somewhere Far Away from home,
My baby cries,
Yearning for what was left behind,
Left behind and shattered by war.

Somewhere Far Away From Home,
My brother dies,
An empty form of himself;
Changed and scarred,
No longer the brother I once knew.

Somewhere Far Away From Home,
A soldier is slain.

And somewhere far away from him,
A loved one mourns,
Drowned by their tears of agony.

They never got to say...

... I Love You!

For he is somewhere far away from home.

Love and hate,
Two different things,
Yet each with their own story.

Love; complex and full of warmth,
Joy and so much more,
But it can breed betrayal.

Hate; easy to awaken and easily given,
It is dark and full of sorrow,
Surrounded by jealousy and anger.
Yet it is sometimes with reason.