Lining her eyes, filling her lips,
Oh, She painted them so well.
A mirror on that wall, though seen her raw,
Lied to her everyday.
A smiling face, perfect and glowing,
She carried it with such a grace.
Little did they discover, little did they know,
She hid her sorrows, without a trace.
Giving an ear, to their pain,
Fighting their battles, herself.
She forgot to live,
Only knew to give,
She was lost in herself.
When no one knew, no one saw,
He asked her, “Why are you sad? “.
She was shook, though happy inside,
For, none read her eyes so well.
Call him hope, or an answered prayer,
An angel in disguise he is.
That one question, she waited to be asked,
Like the page ready to be written,
Like that, she wanted to surrender herself.
She was broken, she was scattered,
But this listener, was all ears.
She felt good, she felt better,
Like the wind, carrying a feather.
He was a stranger yesterday, she met him for real.
He looked like her found page, once lost.
A cosmic connection you say, building up her soul.
“See, what you want to become, through me” he said with pride hanging on my wall.
He – “The Mirror “.