Alone...
Alone ... read backwards its oddly spanglishhours seem to race, minutes seem to linger
To look at a mirror is to look at a broken finger
sickly bent, but I cannot deter my gaze
Almost like a bomb went off, Although I am unfazed
Maybe a guardian angel? possibly a sheild
two unmatchable halves of a broken heart i yeild
Danger if you become too close....
Hatred if i see the happyness about which you boast
Give a toast to those who have found their yellow brick road
but give a hand or a smile to those who have lost the key to their home
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