How lovely it is to be lovely
How clever and cunning to have aquired such a charm
How absolutely lovely it is to hold such a power in your palm...

Perfection
I chanted at my reflection
As if answering a question
asked by their rejection

You think you understand everyone's contemplations
When actually they're all your own considerations

And while you're considering what they all consider
You fail to recognize that you are made of mirrors

The World is filled
With People putting Their Lives on Paper
am i supposed to act like mine should be framed?

You have now lingered too long
And have settled on hard parts
That are not too inhabitable by eyes that observe with love

Our hands couldn't touch because they were too similar
So we decided to put our backs together instead
And faced opposite sides of the world
So that our lips would never utter the same words ever again