Splinters torn off my soul..some poems

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

My Mirror Fairy

Tucked away
In a blasé life
I woke up one day
To some pink roses
From a guy
To whom only the day before
I had declared how I hate roses.
And how pink was just not me.

My fairy
Stepped out of a mirror…
No pumpkin carriage for her.
And the mirror cracked
For she could not stand to go back in
When she saw the magic
Her colors had worked.