Filled chocolate.

In ancient nights there was born a tale
with no fairies dancing around..
but I thought there was something magical
in this labyrinth of broken hearts.

Now my father doesn´t call me little girl anymore
maybe I've grown too much but the bamboo basket on the table
it still seems higher, I wonder if sweet is always sweet
I lick my salty lips, tears in the shape of a filled chocolate
fall into my outstretched hands.

I've seen thousand mirrors
but I've never seen my reflection
I just started to miss you before you left
when I feel lonely I look into your mirror
and I can't see….

I won't tell why I'm crying.