twins

running away from the perfect mirror
too sharp that image of myself in there
it blows me out

it can't be love, it must be something else
it shakes me to the core
if it can't be love, it must be something else

friends do think I am crazy
for this pain is avoiding the pain
running far from them too
loosing and pushing myself away

it can't be love, it must be something else
the problem arises of not being good enough
if it can't be love, it must be something else

loving an image so truly denying
the perfect mirror
the perfect mirror showing
that healing of being one and  same

it can't be love, it must be something else
 everything that isn't love
if it can't be love, then must be something else

the window is
in between of  clean spaces
 preparation for two souls
lift the veil of illusion
lift the veil for reunion