The Mirror

(Image courtesy of: Imageart/ Google images J. Dickens)

Reflections give their honest opinion

But, will you be able to hold the mirror to your face once the truth is learned?

Like a rich poem which doesn’t rhyme, neither should love always follow to connect all the dots, it simply flows to where it is supposed to go

It nestles perfectly into a place where it feels at home
A place where it naturally takes breath minus synthetic support

Smiles are beautiful when you can see them on the girl in the dark

She never left
She has always been there
Waiting for you, while you struggle to connect the dots

By Elizabeth Mendiola
© 2013


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