My reflection smiles at me.
Lips cherry red
She flicks her hair
And turns away
But her eyes linger on mine.
She is beautiful
I see this now.
Then again, I can't deny I've never caught the
Eyes that stare
The horns that blare
I pretend I couldn't care
But still, I swear
I'd miss it if it went away.
I don't ask
But will happily take what I get
Like a fairytale princess.
Perhaps I flatter myself too much,
Then again, if I don't
There is no knowing when my reflection will
Revert back to mediocrity
It may be tomorrow,
Or tonight when I crack my daily mask
And shatter my reflection into a thousand tiny
I choose to preserve my reflection upon this page
So I might gaze upon her in my cracked state,
We live in a spiky world of cynicism
Eager to fault
Reluctant to praise
You may call me
You may be right
But you would rather I saw a fleck of dirt on a blooming rose
Then a friend amongst a thousand foes.
So please excuse me,
If you would,
I must return to my reflection.
She is smiling at me.