A lot of times in our Life
We find reasons to complain...

Beneath the senyru of the maple tree
Are male tainted butterflies lost in love...

<( To You Dear Poets )>
All of this poetic beauty once shared...

If I could bring you back
With words of compressed air...

(Despair)
In this my skin it's still empty here...

True beauty shines within us
So why do we talk to mirrors...

I'm sending you a special letter
What my heart thinks of you...

If my heart was of bone
Instead of muscle tone...

Twas the night before Christmas
And no stores were alive...

I'm about to send you a letter
That is very dear to me...

I hide my tears from this cruel World
All this crisp pain inside my heart...

Oh Mirror I stand in front of thee,
And peer inside your realm of glee...