Mirror:
Before the mirror upon the wall,
A princess sits with saddened eyes,
The truth’s displayed before her,
But she’s preoccupied with lies.
Her imperfections linger,
Before her drop-dead gorgeous frown,
She tried to drown her pain away,
Grew lush and lost her crown.
A heart broken highness,
A sovereign hidden within glass,
Silently she asks her mirror,
Why fairytales don’t last.
Bittersweet Goodnight:
Here’s to my final lullaby,
My bittersweet goodnight,
Another year has gone to die,
I’m spinning circles, Losing sight,
The girl I am is faraway,
Falling hard and way too fast,
Her story’s sad and so cliché,
She’s clinging to a past,
She can’t remember,
A future not so bright,
Hush and hear my lullaby,
My bittersweet goodnight.
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She’ll sit and write her pain away,
Her fingers bleed and stain the page,
It’s a sad kind of silence.
Scribbles mixed in with a splash
Of tired tears,
Pouring onto paper,
A pain of many years
