Even in the mirror I Can not be sure
which is mine, who is me?
This face they accuse me with stares back
trapped in glass, cold to my touch
synchronised sinking
listening close to every word you never told me
in the middle of the night
leaking lost thoughts
wanting always this falling
into deeper dreams of you
nicely done :-)
ReplyDeleteMy words cannot do justice to how amazing I think your thoughts are.
ReplyDeleteIt never fails to amaze me how you say what I am thinking.
Mars stares back
ReplyDeleteand only minutes later
we see a thing
as beautiful as a world without love