That mirror that remembers more than a face,
And all the memories you want to erase.
Even that tear and scar you forgot about,
And every time you had a doubt.
The mirror was called more than a few names,
Every time with inner shame.
The mirror prays every day,
That one day maybe you both see the same.
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 2:34 AM UTC
That mirror that remembers more than a face,
And all the memories you want to erase.
Even that tear and scar you forgot about,
And every time you had a doubt.
The mirror was called more than a few names,
Every time with inner shame.
The mirror prays every day,
That one day maybe you both see the same.
Maybe some things are better left unsaid.
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