I am helping her out of the mirror
The girl who's crying...
The girl who looks like me
Her eyes are red from crying
And her heart is still raw
Trying its best to heal
But not doing so
The girl a sad expression
The girl with tears sparkling in her eyes
She is a lot like me
As I help her out of the mirror
I ask her what is the matter
Her reply was "I can't tell you"
I nodded my head and understood
I had felt that kind of pain before...
It hurt too much for her to tell me
How often I had felt that and so I understand
Another reason was because it was hard
For her to speak when she was crying
So very hard
Tears dripping from her chin
Heart ache too much to bear
Heart still raw from bleeding
Yet still containing love
More love than ever before
She can't help it
When I put my arm around her
To comfort her in her grief

She disapeared

*~Marian~

There's a girl in the mirror
This time she looks like me
She has tears on her cheeks
And her heart is broken
She has brown hair
And those blue eyes
And fair skin
I can see her clearly
She is crying. . .Even harder
She cannot stop
Her heart is broken
And I can relate
But all we are
Is illusions
We are heartbroken
Illusions
Crying our broken hearts

*~Marian~

Tomorrow I'll have to go
Back to home school again
And Mom will give me those
Fun writing classes again
Home school is fun
I especially like
Writing classes. . .
Before I even start on my books
I fill up papers full
Of what my characters are like
And what their personality is
Then I write my settings
Then I write my plot ideas
And then I'll be able to start writing
On my book
I LOVE HOME SCHOOL!!!!!

*~Marian~

Part I

No can opener runs to hurry kittens to their meal
No more broken hearts to heal
They shall ne'er again pounce on a mouse
Or climb upon the roof on top of the house

No more kittens shall again sing
No more shall the macaws fly upon their colourful wings
No more shall they sing and cry
For they all here did die

Vines and bushes twist around the house
From inside there's the sound of a mouse
They bit what paper was there
Dust and cobwebs cover that chair

The vase that was once full of flowers now lies shattered
The stained curtains at the windows are tattered
The piano keys will never play those hymns again
Silence. . . And the wind


~Marian~