I stare at you my mirror
The reflection of my own failures
A strange whom I barely know
And yet I love with all my might
Sweet angel harsh demon
Who comes and goes like the storm
In a dark night....
I stare at your eyes
Cold as the ice
And I see my own
Windows made of black
Coal....
They say those are
the windows to our soul
I wonder: are our souls
That dark? That cold?
Perhaps, that sore?
I look at the mirror
And there you are
And there I am....
makes me wonder
Who is the real ?
Who is the reflection ?
©Gloria
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