Sitting In Front Of The Vanity

Sitting in front of the vanityDeciphering all your beauty marksYou see lines, wrinkles & blemishesI see my very own Domestic Monarch You’ll never see what my soul knowsBut, I know how lucky I am to have this viewI’ll spend my days discovering new ways to cherishI’m grateful you allow me to share eternity with you

Maybe Those Were The Days

   Maybe those were the daysI wasn’t so perfect, structured or neatRebelling against all humanityCouldn’t tell the difference in defeatA crooked line to followA wrinkled brow upon the figureheadOur dreams fractured when appliedLost within reality’s pragmatism instead