And as she called it love
and put him on his very own pedestal
she knew deep within
that it wasn’t
all I could do is watch in complete silence
she was beautiful
yet eyes seemed empty
sunken as the depth of the deepest sea
soulless, a one-way ticket bound for abyss
the saddest thing was
she could never see it for herself
blinded by her need not to acknowledge the truth
glancing into the broken mirror
was something she could never bring herself to do
for fear of being unfaithful to weakness and denial
so she just brushed it all off
as if it was dust from her bookshelf
reading, oh yes
she loved to read
yet she lost her passion for opening the pages
she left her books upon those shelves
covered in thick dust
and all he did
was remind her
she was worth nowt
nothing, nada, niente
until one day
and quite out of nowhere
she found the courage
to stand up for herself
the pedestal finally taken back abruptly
those dark dense shelves now dust free
Just open books of her favorite poets
men who actually taught her something
of love, of dignity and of pride
once again, she believed
In each morning
and in each flower that bloomed
she now dusts those beautiful books
with eyes that sparkle
her soul finally returned
the thing most extraordinary to me?
she never spoke with a voice of anger
of those darkest of moments
she\'d simply say…
“I wouldn\'t be me without them
acquiring knowledge is always a lesson
even if it’s most unpleasant”
and I?
well, I silently admire her beauty
from my reflection
in my now...
unbroken mirror.