Soul mirror

 

Tell me your secrets,

Speak them aloud,

For me exclusively,

A world apart,

As you do in a whisper.

 

Pour them all over me,

Secluded in my guts,

Your supposed sins,

Are nothing more,

Than rain drops on a stream.

 

If I could give you a gift,

It would be the certainty,

Of no wrong and no right,

Yourself you find,

In my lost highway.

 

We are a profane transcendence,

The King of blessings,

The Queen of perdition,

The Virgin of eternal love,

The Buddha of impermanence.

 

Your reflection in my eyes,

Matching hearts in a crowd,

We are one in millions,

Be my mirror,

Be my half.

 

By MissKhaosland