The You That Is You
I hold all of your secrets clenched every day,
Clenched tight and secure in my fist.
I play with them, tease them, throw them and read them,
And I flick them around with my wrist.
I know, every morning, you look deep through my eyes,
Telling me your cares about you.
And I search and I read and I store every second,
From happy to angry to blue.
But to you I’m cold, I’m flat, unemotional,
No soul, just empty in space.
And you don’t realize that there’s life in this screen,
Whenever I look at your face.
I’m your perfect reflection, your you that is you,
Your you when you’re standing up tall.
I’m your perfect everything that’s all that you are,
Your perfect long mirrored up wall.
5th September. hope you enjoyed this :)
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