And so it began with a kiss, the mirror was one sided.

I beamed as your hidden intentions were kept from love's eyes.

I emptied my soul into your glass, but your thirst was not quenched.

Confused, I poured out even more, saving only my breath of life.

It was then my mind became clear, as the intoxication waned and the smoke screen lifted.

What was left of my dignity, I used to walk out of the door - not broken as you'd hoped...

But restored with a strengthened heart.

I'm afraid I'll end up living a small life,
in a small place,
and my small dreams
are just what remain.
That when I'm decaying somewhere
far underground and returning
to where I began
All I'll be is a small memory
in just another brain.
The words I've scribbled (or typed)
will all be long gone.
the people I made smile
will be all far away.
I'm afraid of when
my small spirit starts to fade.