replyed to 2 of Belo's and Ivory Shortie
Mirror, Mirror…. (2-22-05)
Verse 1:
Mirror, mirror what is my state of mind in glass/
Falling pass the waste lands of grand shine of sands/
I demand you tell me why she doesn’t think/
That me and her together can be the missing link/
To show dreams of us together in weather of her light/
So tightly connected her essence is better in my night/
But might this all be false paths, she hath drawn in for me/
Like deep marks in the sand that’s gone in the sea/
The dawn used to be she so tender, electric/
Respected in the valley of my heart, sent her the message/
That addressed the courtyard in red she said she concurs/
But words are so weak to speak so deep some verbs/
To her did not reach, these pretenses did not teach/
How deep affection seeps in the caverns of my sleep/
Now foul is my grief for the damned is now clearer/
How tears dry in the eyes of the man in this mirror/
Mirror, Mirror on the wall why do you cal with lies? /
My how much more hurt can you cause this guy/
Disguised under a veil that neither tells the truth/
It’s sad to think I am the one in jail over you/
Verse 2:
Mirror what did I do wrong come too strong or weak/
What is the portal to her dreams to make songs to breech/
The fortress of preference the precious will use/
I’m too dumb to realize my demise is reckless my cool/
Is of fools and wishing stars far out of reach not of sight/
Much like the girl I yearn for beneath the star light/
I assumed we could be tight with so much in common/
But the option of being friends ends with her, I’m sobbing/
Mirror, mirror I’m calling out what’s this about, this pain? /
That stains the souls windows with sprinkles that mounts with rain/
My dame has oust the flame I made in her silhouette/
For best times have dried staining my pillow wet/
When I met her, mirror, her beauty was far lifted and so precious/
I was blessed with the ability to see her stars gifted my soul let it/
Be poetic, artistic like her but my heart’s mistress did not see/
What these mirrors spoke profound, what she is to me/
Hook
Verse 3:
Do not be sad for me mirror for these tears were not so sharp/
The dark wraps like a scarf in parts that were her in my heart/
The sharks will eat my soul in cold cesspool of torture/
Odors of sleep's cousin bubbling as stress pulls the moisture/
Out her oyster eyes that hide the pearls of her existence/
The wicked spells that gel me to a girl who has next lifted/
Her image from my island my diamond is now buried/
I carry my emotions cross oceans shinning with a very/
Deceiving clarity in the mind false with a hope/
Moss has soaked with the frost that cause my pulse to be broke/
And froze with the idea that she is in another’s arms/
On sites her pictures drive me senseless, the lover harms/
It alarms me as shadows battle with stealth flights/
My main drag is knowing she’s holding someone else tight/
So my mirrors who are the listeners to blues which won’t atone/
I’m shown she’s the one always lonely and I’m the one always alone/
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be….
Mirror, Mirror…. (2-22-05)
Verse 1:
Mirror, mirror what is my state of mind in glass/
Falling pass the waste lands of grand shine of sands/
I demand you tell me why she doesn’t think/
That me and her together can be the missing link/
To show dreams of us together in weather of her light/
So tightly connected her essence is better in my night/
But might this all be false paths, she hath drawn in for me/
Like deep marks in the sand that’s gone in the sea/
The dawn used to be she so tender, electric/
Respected in the valley of my heart, sent her the message/
That addressed the courtyard in red she said she concurs/
But words are so weak to speak so deep some verbs/
To her did not reach, these pretenses did not teach/
How deep affection seeps in the caverns of my sleep/
Now foul is my grief for the damned is now clearer/
How tears dry in the eyes of the man in this mirror/
Mirror, Mirror on the wall why do you cal with lies? /
My how much more hurt can you cause this guy/
Disguised under a veil that neither tells the truth/
It’s sad to think I am the one in jail over you/
Verse 2:
Mirror what did I do wrong come too strong or weak/
What is the portal to her dreams to make songs to breech/
The fortress of preference the precious will use/
I’m too dumb to realize my demise is reckless my cool/
Is of fools and wishing stars far out of reach not of sight/
Much like the girl I yearn for beneath the star light/
I assumed we could be tight with so much in common/
But the option of being friends ends with her, I’m sobbing/
Mirror, mirror I’m calling out what’s this about, this pain? /
That stains the souls windows with sprinkles that mounts with rain/
My dame has oust the flame I made in her silhouette/
For best times have dried staining my pillow wet/
When I met her, mirror, her beauty was far lifted and so precious/
I was blessed with the ability to see her stars gifted my soul let it/
Be poetic, artistic like her but my heart’s mistress did not see/
What these mirrors spoke profound, what she is to me/
Hook
Verse 3:
Do not be sad for me mirror for these tears were not so sharp/
The dark wraps like a scarf in parts that were her in my heart/
The sharks will eat my soul in cold cesspool of torture/
Odors of sleep's cousin bubbling as stress pulls the moisture/
Out her oyster eyes that hide the pearls of her existence/
The wicked spells that gel me to a girl who has next lifted/
Her image from my island my diamond is now buried/
I carry my emotions cross oceans shinning with a very/
Deceiving clarity in the mind false with a hope/
Moss has soaked with the frost that cause my pulse to be broke/
And froze with the idea that she is in another’s arms/
On sites her pictures drive me senseless, the lover harms/
It alarms me as shadows battle with stealth flights/
My main drag is knowing she’s holding someone else tight/
So my mirrors who are the listeners to blues which won’t atone/
I’m shown she’s the one always lonely and I’m the one always alone/
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be….
