His reflection in the cracked mirror stares back at him,
Crying and hurt, he knows pain. Why can’t they see who he really is?
He has loved and still loves, he laughs. Just not always out loud.
The cracked reflection keeps staring.
Her reflection in the cracked mirror stares back at her,
Crying and hurt, she knows pain. Why can’t he see who she really is?
She has loved, but can love no more, she cries. Just not always out loud.
The bruised reflection keeps staring.
The cracked reflection shows him, what he is, who he is.
The grazed hands show him what he’s done. He can see so clearly now.
He has loved and knows he’s lost. He can’t laugh now.
The cracked reflection crumbles.
The bruised reflection hides her, what she is, who she is.
Her grazed cheeks show her what he’s done. She can see so clearly now.
She has loved, and now she’s free. She can laugh now.
The bruised reflection won’t hide her forever.
Harrowing but good x
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