REFLECTIONS

Mirror front, a woman has died inside
She seeks answers from the silhouette you show at her.
Years have kissed and left her crying
From the tunes of echoes that whisper
Which one is me.

Reflections or reflection she always sees
Multiples, can you lie to save a soul from dying
Or would you let her drink in gulps,the bitterness,
And heal her later.

Reflections, Reflections! What do you see?
Yesterday she had a flame for heart
Today her frosted breath won't let her other words of forgiveness.
Tomorrow will find her standing here, mirror front
With bees and butterflies for emotions.

Reflections reflection
Will you help me chose, which one is me.