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didn't know. Who is this in the glass. How could I respect this image that would keep him self from me and be so silent. Is this my enemy. I do not see it in his eyes or on his face. He seems to be so shy and sad He says no words but just looks back at me. Then a tear runs down his face, and my heart begins to break it hurts so to see him cry. I reach to touch that sad face to wipe away the tear but the glass is cold and hard it stops my hand. Then I see his lips move distinctly and slowly. His words I will remember forever. (What a beautiful girl you are I see the softness of your face. So sweet your pouting lips so lovely your eyes so full of thought and caring your rounded shape so sensuous. You are so beautiful to me I love you so. Please help me from this glass so I might touch your lovely grace). How over whelm ed I felt to know this person loved me but couldn't tell me before. It seems it took a life time for him to share these words with me. Such a struggle. What a silly boy. I wish I could have helped him along and been there to give him the strength to say it before. All the time we wasted looking at each other and never understanding what the other was thinking. As I looked into his eyes the glass seemed to melt away. He reached to touch my face and wiped away my tear. His gentle touch so loving and kind I close my eyes flushed with love. If I could see from his eyes what he sees in me. I must have something I don't know. This handsome thoughtful boy could say such sweet things to me. So I tried to understand what it was like to be stuck in a mirror for so long. It had to be a prison cold and hard he must have been so alone and afraid. When I opened my eyes I looked back to the mirror there I was just as he described. Now I can see why he had such a hard time saying the words he could see this girl so sad and shy and only wanted to be help her find her way and didn't know how.Cool Myspace Contact Tables