A/N: I actually wrote this poem a while ago (late November or early December or those whereabouts), but only just now found it again. All I have to say in regards to it is this: inspiration can be found in the most obscure of things.

Mirrored image, reflecting yet another glass pane,

Dualed reflection,

Do you distort or stay true?

How can I trust a painting of a painting

To show me a reality?

Crown of flowers, I know it is you still.

Don't hide, don't hide behind another mirror-

Let me see this falsehood,

Only so I may see you.