A Mirror

She was despondent...

Her sway became dull and the spark within her eyes had died.

Maybe she lost something.

What had control over her soul?

They say her voice could warm hearts; it would melt the coldness right away.

Her hair shined under the sun’s goodness, eventually turning away in a sense to ignore.

once more, curiosity grew.

Tendencies have led to such destruction and I believe she knew.

She had to be aware, mindful of the upcoming tragedies.

was she at fault?

Maybe she wanted to gain something...

But what?

I couldn’t stand by and watch the demolition continue.

I gained courage—I needed to know the origin of her tears.

Her eyes were as beautiful as a sunset, and her soul cried out to me.

She gazed her eyes upon me as she realized I was too familiar.

She finally noticed her reflection and for once, she smiled.