What do you do
When all you have is nothing
But loneliness
Where do you go
When you have
No direction
How should I spend
My empty days
When each is the last
Is this all there is
I should know better
But cycles within cycles
Seems like just so much
Pointless spinning
While we pretend
We're actually going
Anywhere but here
The mirror
It shows what's true
I can't hide and lie
From what I see
Into the confessional I slip
To whisper
To lay bare my sin
The mirror, it shows
My cravings, my fears
I so want to feel
To know loves touch
The relief
The calm
Of human flesh
The mirror, it shows
My avarice, my greed
My sweet little sweet
My whore
Without name
The mirror, my confessor
I've seen my sin
That beautiful rose
It once adorned
Our breakfast table
Dried, it brought happy tears
Memories in a scrapbook
Now lays forgotten
Along with the memories
On the rubbish heap
Of our lives
The whirlwind desires
Of a cheating heart
Swept through our lives
Left us all asking why
Praying for a dawn
The never touches
Everyone's life
And the rose
That everlasting symbol
Of our love
Proved to be
Just as ephemeral
As your faith
And we two
Just as broken
Blown in the wind
And forgotten
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