

mirror, mirrorIs this me? The reflection in the mirror,mirror, mirror
is it really me?
Why is my face streaked with tears? Is it because I thought about you again? Because I couldn't bear it anymore?
Yes it's me. Same black hair, same pained face.
I can't stop thinking of you,
but I'm too afraid to tell you. I'm stuck here looking at myself,
a tear-streaked face with eyes of endless sorrow and hopelessness.


my tears?Why do you haunt me?my tears?
Why do you flood my dreams and thoughts? What did I ever do to you to deserve this?
I hate you for doing this to me. Why do you torture me to no end with your laughter and smiles? I can't bear to watch you this happy because I wish I was the one who caused it.
I know that there's no chance between us. You have so many around you,
I could never compare. All of them so pretty and closer in age, what kind of hope could I possibly have?
Instead I watch from the sidelines,
I see you laughing and having fun. Everything's


When I dream...When I dream, I dream of talking to you, Of confessing my true feelings to you.When I dream...
When I dream,
I dream of walking with you. I dream of sharing my deepest, darkest secrets with only you.
When I dream, I'm the only one you look at. I'm the only one you want to be with, the only one you dream of.
But, those are just dreams. When I wake up, I remember I am just another person that you smile at and pass by.
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Is Imagination dependent upon Experience, or is Experience influenced by the Imagination?
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i wonder if it's possible to have a love affair that lasts forever
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