slow reflection
My slow reflection
will be torn by desire
when she looks at me.
She whispers my name
and I hear her voice
through the mists of oblivion
It eases my pain
as I cry from afar
to the tender morning fog
When my mirrors
show her bliss
to my fleetingly image
I look at her for a while
when she looks at me too
I feel her distant touch
She shows me her love.
and then for a while
I am broken into shards
She heals what I
could not heal myself
as I try to glue my heart
will be torn by desire
when she looks at me.
She whispers my name
and I hear her voice
through the mists of oblivion
It eases my pain
as I cry from afar
to the tender morning fog
When my mirrors
show her bliss
to my fleetingly image
I look at her for a while
when she looks at me too
I feel her distant touch
She shows me her love.
and then for a while
I am broken into shards
She heals what I
could not heal myself
as I try to glue my heart
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