Light hitting her face on the glass,  This little mirror showing one lass. The ugly duckling not near a swan.  Nothing you would lay hands on. What she views she hates,  For she is the one cursed with this face. If you were to see, to cast an eye,  would you mutter bye before saying hi. For in this mirror I look,  looking at the tattered cover of my book. Not interesting, a bit of a bore,  pages ripped out and thrown on t...

I thought of you today. First time in a while, I’m sorry to say, But, I finally thought today.  I looked for you And found you had gone . No words, nothing. It was silly to have expected more. But I still find myself Thinking of our chats And 'that' But also the hurt. I find myself wishing, Praying almost, That less words had been said... That I had hidden some things from you. But would that have been true? I had a lover...