Well here I am with my next poem. I wrote it the same day I wrote Lights Out, as can be seen from the similar meter. It's about Terra, and the title, Multi-Colored Mirrors, is taken from a line in one of my favorite Beatles songs, "Happiness is a Warm Gun."
Disclaimer: And then I woke up and realized I didn't own them.
How can it happen
That one day she was here
And now she's gone forever
How can it be
That one day she was trusted
And now she's an enemy
How can we believe
That they are both one
When now her face is obscured
How is it
That once her heart was warm
And now it is stone cold
Or is this how it's always been?