words writ on water

I looked at the photograph, Tears, unknown, flowed through my heart. I thought I had moved on But the past followed me from the start. Those were such happy times, Carefree, not a worry, as it should be. There are no regrets, But I doubt if what I was, was me. Would we be friends now If I had spoken to you every day? Would I have fallen in love If I had told him that I felt that way? So much has changed, And all the memories have drifted apart. Nobody can hear me from here. I want to change the way we part. The hourglass beside me, Shows the sands slipping by. There is nothing I can do, To stop the time that is passing by. One last, desperate breath. I picture my wish for the last time. “Would you cry over my grave?” “Yes. I will.” whisper the sands of time.

mirror, mirror, on the wall! who is the fairest one of all? surely not you and me neither, so must we go and look thither? when we do, what will we find? will Rapunzel climb down that vine? or maybe sleeping beauty will awake and Snow white will bake us a cake. but a doom into which the fairest will fall when the prince picks one of us after all. you, my friend will be dissolved with laughter, when i ride away to my happily ever after.