Desert Flower

Red, barren, cracked and dry
Death makes a daily appearance
On scorching waves of desert sky
Life, like water is sparse and shy

Out of the clay one dares take a risk
Through fractured floor a foreigner arrives

The Empty Echo

You gaze into a lifeless thing 

To judge your own complexion 

But don't you know by now? 

A mirror only shows imperfection

You stress about the way you look

'til it becomes an obsession

What's wrong with who you are?
 Self loathing just leads to depression

The tempered glass is filled with flaws 

Concealed from your detection

Why believe what you see? 

The reflection hides your perfection