Reflection

Reflections, they highlight imperfection and scream confession. They dare you to walk head high wearing these imperfections and accepting rejections, so bitter so sweet, i stomp so hard my feet leave steps behind, so I'm somebody you can find when I try to hide this beautiful light.

Discover me, I'm a fallen angel so help me get back to my recovery, my ultimatum demands that you look me dead in the eye and bring me back to life. Translate my soul in your own lingo and let my silver-tongue serve me. I am a master, I own a kingdom fighting to keep itself intact. I am my sovereign, I possess supreme dominion over my sanctuary.

So tell me, why does my kingdom fail me at times of delicacy? why does my fragility ignore my abilities? why is it that when I am tired I lose my divinity and my solidity flees and watches me like an outter body experience. Like instead of me watching my reflection it's the other way around. My mirror asks me questions I don't have answers to.

So I keep going around looking back at unfamiliar faces trying to find myself and if I had to spell that differently I'd spell love. You say my name with those letters and you might've found me, you might've successfully held me by the neck and took control because I am love, I am the shape and form, the very vessel.

I hold hate at the palm of my hands but it burns me so much I run to love in thirst and in hunger. So if I turn and lay my eyes on you in utter captivation you have two choices. Run or dare take a step closer, run or dare experience this, run or stay in this intensity, this everlasting but lasting immensity of love, kisses and promises. I am nothing but a curse of endless love flowing til forever.