Reflections of a girl called me
Sensing someone else’s presence,
It’s unclear as you can see.
I see you walk past my mirror,
So slow and with poise,
That I wish we could be trapped in the mirror
To see it from the other view.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, as they say,
Yet I behold! It is thee who once said beauty is only skin deep.
So I want you to walk past my mirror,
So we can be beautiful together,
Yet it is only in my dreams.
waking up to a reflection
that is seen thoroughly every day,
looking down at a reflection
that only wishes it weren't alone in the mirror.
reflections tell it all,
take a good look at yours the next time you can,
you might be able to figure out
what's been missing.
