#WritcoPoemPrompt53
A silver mirror kept in my room,
showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with it's silver gloom,
when it gets hit by the golden sunray...
every morning. there she stood,
getting ready for her day
and each time I'd watch from across the room ,
stunned and totally amazed,
how was I so lucky so meet such a prize, what I do,
still not one clue to this very day,
I still remember everimtime I'd look at you
and you'd get that look on your face
no matter how angry I'd be
or the evil shit you would do
that one look and it would all be erased
Then came that night when I got the news,
that you were going away
I felt so helpless how there was nothing I could do,
and how there was no way you'd be saved
I still tried my hardest i took off to Saskatoon,
but with my shit luck I was way too late
and...