I once wrote a poem,
About a mirror on a wall,
And the reflection of a girl,
Whom only could see fat,
One day seems that the mirror,
Started to talk to this beautiful gal,
And one morning in November,
When the city was reached by the sun,
The reflection of this girl,
Disappeared from the wall,
Now her image is only visible,
In the pictures on our hands,
And the hearts that she broke,
When she flew away from us.

Sometimes just check on others,
Even though they may seem fine,
Cause one day without a warning,
Their eyes just stop to shine.