My Faithful Mirror

He was here standing by the shades
And I were the veil of shallow deceit 
He enjoyed being my faithful mirror
Reflecting only what I show as well 
Grieving all night for my poisoned heat 
Feeding on lies I used to tell

One day I gave him a swinging ring
Then I became so envious, the blind retreat,
Wrecked it with tiny selfish hands
And why am whining, why I feel him in my veins
Like a mill feels sorry for the wheat

Eventually, he enjoyed being my faithful mirror

23-04-2010

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