Thursday, November 19, 2009

Can I be what I want to be?


He gazed at the image in the mirror.
Wondering if she's somewhere in there.
A little peak, a little sign.
Will he see her again?
Many questions asked.
None answered.
A falling star.
A fading color.

An eternity of dreams.
A face that seem to far away to reach.
An endless nightmare.