These eyes of mine
They see everything
They see him helping his friends
They see her comforting her friends
They see them holding the door for everyone
They see her smiling at a strangers
They see him complimenting strangers
They see them looking so at ease
They see him craft with thought
They see her craft with care
And they see them in pretty pastel colors
Laying under the same setting sun
She gives him a scarf
It's his favorite color
He gives her a music box
It’s her favorite song
Why?
Why do I see tears on the mirror?
Why do I see…
Only me.
Just me.
Alone.
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 5:27 PM UTC
These eyes of mine
They see everything
They see him helping his friends
They see her comforting her friends
They see them holding the door for everyone
They see her smiling at a strangers
They see him complimenting strangers
They see them looking so at ease
They see him craft with thought
They see her craft with care
And they see them in pretty pastel colors
Laying under the same setting sun
She gives him a scarf
It's his favorite color
He gives her a music box
It’s her favorite song
Why?
Why do I see tears on the mirror?
Why do I see…
Only me.
Just me.
Alone.
Mirrors should be dry.
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