MIRRORS

MIRRORS LIE HALFWAY
i should have known betteras you filch the hands from your agonying was there
and unnoticed surrounded by the spaces in between
you said that if someone could ride the curvesthe torrent waves will dry up
but no one caredas the mirror look up to the skyrummaging in the pit of the dawn into my eyes, it was specialor at least i thoughtalmostand
i heard you calling from the other bedthe reflection of your tired annoyancemanage to escape on and through this wedged veinsi was guiltyand the essence of it is too fara lying whisper....
somehow it had fallen asleepafter there is no shadow to castonly to see you in the corner lotand when you said that it was beautiful perfect on what you are not made of so the blinds were being closed againuntil the unsullied light will come
More than halfway to meet my emancipation close to my reflection