Reflections (an old one)

Even the moon cannot resist
But to reflect what is in your eyes
So that I
Lonely on my windows edge
May watch him
Showing me what i know so well
Miss so terribly

But do you see me there
Unwillingly reflected
In all my weakness
The bulls-eye in perfect view

These eyes betray too much.

....!

When did beauty become a dagger
digging into my stone heart
was it meant to draw blood
for im slowly running dry.
Jeweled knife engrave a name
that of your mistress
for it is as beautiful as she
let me feel the pain beauty gives.

Blah...

there are two sides of me... and two sides of those two... and that goes on... i try and not pay attention to the ones too far down the line!! he he... its too hard to keep track of wants and needs otherwise...!!!

lately iv been having this strange argument... or more like discussion/debate with myself... i cant sya really what it is.. i wouldnt be able to explain... its about something that can in reality only be decided over time... i have to wait a bit and i will know automatically... but of course this restless me will think about it over and over again hoping i can find a way to prepare myself before then... make the whole thing smoother and pre-planned in my head! something i have a habit of doing... so everything can be just right... me in the perfect light.... and you of course... already there...! This is all about perception and reality... neither of which can really be defined unfortunately...

i guess il just have to wait and see... maybe its my turn to improvise!! :-D