The darkness
that is your soul
consumes
my innocence.
The mirror holds a stranger captive.
I break the glass to set her free.
So that she may hear the song of an angel,
May take in the rainbow,
And inhale what is love.
Alas,
Bad luck has taken my fate.
Please keep your creativity-stifling,
teeth-grinding,
fist-clenching,
heart-wrenching,
version of love
to yourself.
I think I'll fly a kite, instead.
sunshine89
