I look at your eyes...
Deep inside I still see,
The little girl filled with foresees:
Your body matured,
Your soul surfaced.
You’ve broken my heart,
For you I’ve made so many plans...
Your future designed as the lines on your hands.
Who would guess this would happen?
Who could predict such an end?
There you are still,
Behind your eyes I can see,
I can remember who you are,
who you were, and used to be.
You know I am the only one,
The ONE that will always here be,
The truth for you to see.
Still, you’ve broken my heart,
You were weak, you acted as a freak.
You are a human, I can understand.
And for love I ask you to please take a stand.
Come out clear, come out fair.
I’ve never heard of a glass glued back in,
I’ve never heard of a true heart replaced,
But you, my face, I want to see,
Back in truth, and in your brightest smiling grace.
With love, from yours...
Your Mirror, You.
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