Demons and the love pollen!!

Looked in the mirror,
And it showed my own self in disguise.
Oh I was trapped in the deep darkness,
Where my demons rise.

Hard to believe, of the evil me,
No, I'm pretty and
That's what I wanted to be.
The truth is still haunting,
And it's getting hard to flee.

May be a flower of love
Is all I need,
To smile and wake.
The pollen is gonna grow and shine bright,
Right beside the kind lake.

Reviews

[M. J. Smith]

The mirror is cruel. It mocks us Well done. Nicely written, my friend.

[Anuja Sharma]

Indeed. And the sad part is, we fall for the trap every single time.
Thanks again for the review sir!!

[M. J. Smith]

You are most welcome, Ma'am.

[poetgurl]

We are whom we think we are, It''s all about being positive with ourselves
Nicely expressed

[Anuja Sharma]

Thank you so much for stopping by!!
:)

[Just Kim]

Wow, this is deep as well as intriguing really. nicely written

[Anuja Sharma]

Thanks Kim.
:)

[Paul Bell]

The Devil only takes the pretty ones, sacrifices himself, so you can represent him onto the next victim.
Mirrors are dangerous, they never show the person behind you, the evil one lurking as your shadow.
666 for Devil direct inquires, always have it on speed dial.