Stood upon the gleaming tiles,
I gaze into the mirror...

In August I went on holiday,
To a wondrous far off land...

Seconds go by and you do not see,
How I love you, why don't you love me...

I wear a mask, for protection,
No-one knows what lies beneath...

The most beautiful of roses,
Have the sharpest of thorns...

Why do I even bother,
To explain my anger and pain...

My smile was worn,
When I was with you...

It's poring with rain,
And you're smiling at me...

I am invisible to all around,
No-one can see me...

I stare at you slowly breathing,
You're asleep by my side...

Nine days left,
Until we meet at last...