I
was never faithful
And I was never one to trust
Borderline schizo
And guaranteed to cause a fuss
I was never loyal
Except to my own pleasure zone
I was never grateful
That's why I spend my days alone
why is it that love can transform us into different people?
attitudes and even outward appearance can bewitchingly be metamorphosed into fully content, happy beings
how splendid to find some other pleasure that will do the same!
under monumental pressure of the 7-to-7 leviathan
we retreated to the complaisant bliss of our time . . . together
what's in an age?
our experiences - loves, laughs, cries, hopes, dreams - our lives
would never agree to be a minute younger
as i lie in bed, staring at the image in the mirror
cathartic
what was i seeking? and what image did i produce?
Pronunciation: ri-'flek-sh&n
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English, alteration of reflexion, from Late Latin reflexion-, reflexio act of bending back, from Latin reflectere
4: something produced by reflecting : as an effect produced by an influence
<the look in her eyes is a reflection of her increasing loneliness>
