You reflect my face
I see myself in your glass
I look different
Light fills up the room
Detailed glass protects the bulb
The light fades away
The bees buzz in fall
The bees buzz looking for love
Bees stick without love
Bristles comb my hair
Every pull removes tangles
Hair sticks on the brush
The soft white linens
Once were a nice spot to rest
No longer restful
Old book golden trim
Reads The Prince and the Pauper
It now holds just dust
Golden picture frames
Hold the face of two ladies
Ladies with no name
A bouncing mattress
A prime play spot for kids
Broken with one bounce
Children who played
young girls in stunning costumes
Now they haunt the halls