Looking Glass © Donna Rae Lands
Take a ride down the rabbit hole.
It’s an opaque looking glass of our loving soul.
Lightning struck the sands of time.
We are writing our songs of trap, rap and rhyme.
Our love goes through the looking glass.
Our futures sold for tales untold.
Our dreams are beyond secret stars and sacred masks.
We cannot sever our lust and loving tasks.
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Tell us the answers of our great fall.
Our love enters into the looking glass.
Cast aside and stolen in the whiskey flask.
Our futures sold for tales untold.
Acquiesced and hidden out of protest.
Our sunsets are beyond secret stars and sacred masks.
Down the rabbit hole goes our mind, body and soul.
We cannot sever our lust and loving tasks.
A conjured spell for the sale was making us whole.
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Where are the tears of our broken fall?
Words of the dance were seeking our loving romance.
It was short, sweet, never to greet, and we were never ever to meet.
Our love departs from the looking glass.
Gone too soon and shot over the glowing and showing moon.
Empathy of love was hidden from the darkened heart.
Hurricanes hit the shores and tore our love all apart.
Living our moments through the sands of time.
You shall see, lost in me was always the sign.
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