FromTheHeart57

Everyday I look in a mirror. But I don’t know what I’m looking for Because every time I see my reflection I refuse to believe that it’s mine My eyes are dull, my skin is slimy, my hair is coarse and my fingers are stubby I wish that this wasn’t me, But I know the truth, my body is a flawed design I pray each day that this mirror is a trick. Just a joke or a prank gone a little too far But it’s not. It’s me. It’s my lopsided, misshaped, uncoordinated figure reflected here They say that a mirror produces a perfect image of the object in front of it They must be lying, because there is nothing per

Shoebox I feel like I found you in a shoebox under my bed Mingled with long lost treasures and love letters that were never read Like a picture taken, then hidden away   You look different now, but your smile still gives you away A familiar smile that is still so charming The fact that you're smiling at me, is really heart-warming Like old things in a shoebox, you bring back feelings I haven't had in a while These feelings are great, but they were feelings of a child I've out grown them now… you must have too But that's not saying we can't start over, start something new   Just be careful because we've both changed since then I'm n

It It will hurt you You can't be shielded It will cut you And you cannot touch it But it can save you You can't avoid it But it can heal you You can't deny it The world will know it Before you ever do The world will see it But you won't even have a clue A paradox   A backward truth A well-known secret A trait of youth It has many names You know each one It will come many times Until the work is done It may scare you as a child It may tempt you as you grow It will catch you before too long One day you will know