Poezja

I woke up early one morning ready to start the day
Went and found the mirror to see what the critic had to say
Expecting nothing less or more the same
Rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and had to make a double take
Something’s missing; it’s on the tip of my tongue
Something’s different; I’ve been looking for it since I was young
I’ve never noticed before and now I’m befuddled as to where to look
I have the same red hair and blue eyes
I have the same freckles and attractive smile
I have the same straight teeth and dimples that make girls smile
My mind is sane and I’m not in any physical pain
But something is still missing
As I stare at myself in the mirror
Hoping I can figure out something soon
A muffled yawn came from the next room
Instantly my heart raced ahead of me
My chest began to burn unbearably
And my face reddened enough to resemble a cherry
I had no idea what my body was doing
But when that sweet voice called my name it all clicked
And everything began to make sense
As she walked behind me and put her arms around me
I stared at her beautiful figure in the mirror
And reminded she was reality not a dream
Happiness to me is a dream that comes and goes
And when I stare into her beautiful eyes
Smell her sweet hair; kiss those lips that warm my soul
Or just fall asleep with her by my side
It fills the void that kills me inside
Turns me a whole three-sixty and fills my heart with pride
Without her by my side, I’m but an empty shell
Without her by my side, I can never be myself
She is my definition of perfection
And when I look into her eyes
I can only see my hearts reflection