Her (a collection)

Mirrors

I see my reflection,

I hate what I see

a person of pure darkness

staring back at me

She looked in her mirror

and was proud of what she seen

How do i be proud

when I'm only two days clean

Mirrors hold my secrets

Mirrors hold my shame

Ever since she left me,

I haven't been the same

My mirror, it talks back to me

calling all my flaws

my reflection started to fade away

and that's all that I saw

But when she came to see me

and met me eye to eye,

she pointed at my mirror and said

"that thing's full of lies"

So I let her smash my mirror,

and start me all anew,

she kissed me then she whispered

"do you want me to stay with you?"

-CT-