A Mirror’s image
I see her; my Siamese twin, My double, my exact image. A Symbolization of What I am and what I’m meant to be. Standing in a world reflect From that of my own. A Mirror’s image of this girl who’s all alone.
For the glass opposite of me Holds a beautiful misleading perfection While she stares back; seeing all My scenic imperfections. The very flaws that make me genuine The flaws that prove my heart human. A dark smile from her, leaving me naively blank And there she becomes my sweet mocking bird. While I’m her imaginary lighthearted seraph.
Flipped around and worlds apart, Separated by a delicate sheet of glass A boundary that parts, this reality from that In which is a world of fantasy. In which I live in a free world, I see her As a spellbound hostage, lost to dual world. Hands to the emaciated glass, our reflections trace too perfectly, But never can they touch. Not with this eternal periphery Between her and me.
As beautiful as she can be such an innocent reflection, For she can be quite deceiving, For she is my evil twin, who belongs to me Yet someone who I could never be. So….tell me, are you fooled by the beautiful perfection Emulated by the reflecting glass, or do you love the girl of my reflection of all my flaws and imperfections?
I may not be as perfect as the goddess shown In this lost tantalizing world, But I can give you my heart and soul, Because I’m more than just a fragile mirror image. I can feel my heartbeat which means I’m actually existing.
DarkCrimsnAngel · Sun Jun 06, 2010 @ 03:46am · 0 Comments |