Have you ever felt love
like a mirage you can’t hold onto
but a feeling
that makes you witness from a distance
and at a pace you don’t belong in!
Like you know how music rhythms
and how poetry flows,
you know of the riddles and the songs
and you know of the dance between
fire and ice,
but this sensation is still something unknown,
something that makes you a ghost
within your own painful existence.
And you look at the reflection
that shows your true self
but never reveals its true colors,
you picture a laugh
but all you get is a sadistic misery,
you see those eyes
that look at you
and make you feel happy
through every horror
and it makes you feel safe
when life strikes terror.
But you know, your reflection,
it doesn’t change!
You don’t see it flutter,
or unravel,
or even smirk,
for you dwell to find an outlet
that makes everything seem happening,
for change needs a change that shows,
and pain needs a face
through one hell of a bleeding smile!
For reasons are maybe just the answers
to questions we all know,
but have we ever asked,
why did the mirror show itself?