mirror, mirror in my hall
who is ghostliest of them all?
why, 'tis you, my doll
pretending to be real
you got a gall

--and there ends the worst rhyme of this fall


expectations - they seem perfectly justified until the object of expectation turns around n talks abt their perfectly justified expectations. you then know not whom to kick n by hesitating u hav kicked urself. u make peace with ur lowered expectations n believe they r for real. the day will come when u hav exhausted ur expectations in tryin to meet someone else's n then on a breezy, sunny day u'll look into le mirror n scream. u don't see any reflections. u hav become a ghost

whoever said expectations are death of a relationship deserves a painful kick