Friday, July 27, 2007


The midnight has swallowed her innocent face
her smile so rare turned gray
and her lips so pink turned pale
what did life do to her? You may ask
the beauty of her soul you know
the enchanting embrace of her grace you see
How much you want to run to her
give her all the love you think she needs
show her the compassion she seeks
inch by inch you're closer
step by step you feel her breath
touch by touch you know she's there
And finally, when everything is just so near
the mirror glass broke and there you see
images of you as her broken into glassy pieces