Slowly as raindrops,
Sliding down the window
Of the backseat of your new car
You come to find out that
Which you wished never was-
On a mirrror, in a store.
Merely the reflection,
Of that which you desire.
In every way he is perfect
In a dazzling sort of manner.
But in ever manner he is simply
A reflection in a mirror.
A small taste of happily ever after,
Gone before you can even swallow.
Before you even know
What hit you.
Afterwards, life drags on
More slowly than raindrop,
Slding down the window of the
Backseat of your new car. |
Submission Name: On a mirror, In a store
