sometimes
Sitting here thinking of times gone by... I look back on all that I have learnd and the people I have come apoun in my journay... Finding out who are real friends and those who are just a glimmer of what is to come...As I gaze into this mirror I see what everyone else sees... A girl who has been lost, untouched, unhappy, the girl that no one knew....
As I gaze into this figure a clearer picture flashes before my eyes.. Just then the mirrior shatters before my feet, spreading the pieces across the floor for all to see... I have to put the pieces back together, but for some reason, none of them seem to fit... As the blood pours from my fingertips createing arts masterpiece of life apoun the floor, I see my smiling face in the broken glass and I finally find my peace......
~kaydia nomada
As I gaze into this figure a clearer picture flashes before my eyes.. Just then the mirrior shatters before my feet, spreading the pieces across the floor for all to see... I have to put the pieces back together, but for some reason, none of them seem to fit... As the blood pours from my fingertips createing arts masterpiece of life apoun the floor, I see my smiling face in the broken glass and I finally find my peace......
~kaydia nomada