A world without mirrors

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Have you ever felt that adrenaline rush
When someone you love smiles because of you?
Can you imagine then, how it would feel
Being around someone who's always smiling?

Do you see that girl over there?
The one with the pretty long hair?
Who's deep colorful eyes hold magic,
And who's soft hands sing like canaries?

Do you see her reflection?
How he dances with the devil?
He's looking for something,
He just doesn't know what.

A world without mirrors holds the truth about her
And how what she doesn't know doesn't matter at all
At least not half as much as the things that she does
And the things others know about her, too

In this world, I make my home
There's no one here but me
I see everything from my window
Everything she wishes you could see.

I see a vinyl record spinning a song that sounds like yesterdays memories
I see endless excited scribbles on a page about something you thought was cool
I see crumpled up newspaper dolls with headlines about someone you used to know

She screams in an empty parking lot about everything she wants to know
Into the endless skies almost half as beautiful as her

She writes her worries away in a song no one can play except her
I love listening because the melody sounds like how I feel about her

If she was a note she'd be D, because it sounds like the color green
And green feels like a fabric you'd tell other people to feel because you loved the texture so much

She reminds me of late night drives, screaming your favorite songs out loud
To someone who loves it just as much as you
And realizing this song belongs to both of you now

Watching your favorite show for the first time,
Laughing so hard your stomach hurts for hours,
Eating a food you didn't like, but are glad you tried,
Spending hours on a YouTube rabbit hole till 1AM

A grilled cheese sandwich with a strange type of cheese,
A stuffed animal that fits perfectly in your arms
The color purple- all of its shades,
and how it matches with everything else.

Receiving flowers for the very first time,
Going to a concert and dancing until your feet hurt,
Running endlessly on a treadmill for the hell of it
Not caring what they think while you scream out loud

Doing it anyway because it will be a good story someday
Thinking of you while I experience it for the first time alone
Being scared half to death but knowing it's okay with her
Being the most and least comfortable you've ever been in your whole life

She's so much more than her reflection, she's everything mirrors don't show you
She makes the world go round with her big smile and her resonating laugh
You'd be a lucky one to say you got to know her half as well as I do

I live here in a small house
In a world without mirrors
She's here beside me now
but she doesn't know I'm here

A person so remarkable words can't describe her
You don't understand and you probably never will
But she does, and I do and that's what counts for now
Until you're ready to leave your own reflection behind

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