Mirror
by Ellouisa Chen
Such a great thing of beauty, you were,
When I first laid eyes on you at the
Antique shop at the end of the lane;
And I knew I had to bring you home.
You stand tall in my room,
A proud accessory while I groom
Myself in your presence,
You watching my every move.
Now I have strange dreams of you,
And I cannot bear to look at you.
When I stretch my lips into a smile,
My reflection returns me a death stare.
When I first laid eyes on you at the
Antique shop at the end of the lane;
And I knew I had to bring you home.
You stand tall in my room,
A proud accessory while I groom
Myself in your presence,
You watching my every move.
Now I have strange dreams of you,
And I cannot bear to look at you.
When I stretch my lips into a smile,
My reflection returns me a death stare.
Ellouisa Chen weaves beautiful poems as naturally as seeds blossoming into beautiful flowers for nature to enjoy. She lets her passion and observations flow into her ink and her words, giving a deep insight to her thoughts.