The Sorrowed Reflection.

I can see your reflection
in the window where I dream
you'll see me through the glass
and you'll see that part of me
that just doesn't seem to exist
doesn't show you the color of my eyes
when you look my way
inside that part of me dies

if you look closely
you can see where my fingertips touched the glass
they line the places
in which I had in the past

you smile with your eyes shut
like you can feel my gaze on your skin
like a breeze in October wind

lies taint your lips
filled with venom; filled with my bliss
when they pushed against mine
I can't help but see your reflection
exactly like this.
exactly like mine.