I am a mirror
Your laugh and love,
your moods and silence;
I mirror them all.
urgently, intensely, vividly.
Shadows get darker,
Laughs get louder,
silence, heavier.
What's yours become mine.
I own them.
Under the weight of silences
shadows transfix my core.
I wait in suspense,
Not knowing,
When you will smile and talk again,
when I will get some light
To reflect, to break the jinx.
Silence. Shadows. heavy. transfixed.
That's its essence.
Dark, heavy and unchanging
Beauty in its stillness
A wondrous thing, not to be disturbed.
It embraces my heart,
encompassing it from all sides
Its quiet inside, dreamy
Nostalgic.
Like a memory before
I came into existence.
I want to disappear,
I want to stop existing
Is it a joy or pain
I cannot decide.
In this heart of darkness within
Am I finding my soul?
Or is it clutches of an enemy
I need to escape from?
I know it not.
Are you too drowning,
in search for your own?
Or are you waiting
for me to emerge?
I know it not.
As a lone sigh wanders off in air,
I reflect.
I reflect that
I am ready to mirror
Your lights again.
Slightest of lights will do.
Your laugh and love,
your moods and silence;
I mirror them all.
urgently, intensely, vividly.
Shadows get darker,
Laughs get louder,
silence, heavier.
What's yours become mine.
I own them.
Under the weight of silences
shadows transfix my core.
I wait in suspense,
Not knowing,
When you will smile and talk again,
when I will get some light
To reflect, to break the jinx.
Silence. Shadows. heavy. transfixed.
That's its essence.
Dark, heavy and unchanging
Beauty in its stillness
A wondrous thing, not to be disturbed.
It embraces my heart,
encompassing it from all sides
Its quiet inside, dreamy
Nostalgic.
Like a memory before
I came into existence.
I want to disappear,
I want to stop existing
Is it a joy or pain
I cannot decide.
In this heart of darkness within
Am I finding my soul?
Or is it clutches of an enemy
I need to escape from?
I know it not.
Are you too drowning,
in search for your own?
Or are you waiting
for me to emerge?
I know it not.
As a lone sigh wanders off in air,
I reflect.
I reflect that
I am ready to mirror
Your lights again.
Slightest of lights will do.
God forbid something serious doesn't happen, but I willing to see you writing something when your heart is heavy. Weird, I know. It is.
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