I sometimes stand alone and stare in the broken glassed mirror
glaring at a worn face and wayward hair 
that frames my brown eyes with brightest purple  
and did not recognize myself, even if I tried.

Where is the girl that once belonged 
to laughter, and love?
who always saw with lovers eyes
and sugar coated all her lies?

She lingers somewhere far away from here
a memory vague to those held dear.
too long she has been kept apart
from you, the capture of her heart.