Is it weird that I only see the truth when you stand in front of me ?
Is it weird that we're connected even when we breathe ?
When I cry you cry,
When I lie you lie,
To what extent you'll do the same
Talking to you is only thing keeping me sane
Webbed in your light, unable to see
Multiples doors closed, but I only have one key
What to choose, what to choose
What would you do if you were me?
YOU ARE READING
Poems to my Reflection
PoesieDifferent mirror, different reflection, different poem. We try looking for someone who understands, but the only person who does is ourselves; our reflection. Just a conversation between us looking at ourselves through a mirror.
