The Mirror
She looked in the mirror and studied her appearance What would she look like when she grew up, the same or different? She was only five or six, in pre-school, just a little kid and Over two decades later and she still held on to that moment She wishes she could tell her that everything goes perfect She finds hobbies, friends, the one, and that she really adores college God gives her all that she dreams of, grants her prayers and birthday wishes Still the future felt far off, somewhere in the bright distance She thought she was pretty Would she get prettier? She loved her smile and her eyes Would she get even better with time? She had no idea Just how happy she’d be Growing up isn’t that bad Don’t believe the movies You’ll get the pretty apartment You’ll get the perfect wedding Life will feel like a happy montage You’ll romanticize every little thing You’ll get the guy that meets all the...
