Ghosts are real
Alive and disturbing
Not playing, not lying
Only a piece of you
Is all they need
To stay here
To be with you

I stared at my reflection
and saw a different person
Same face, same body
but different souls

I could see through her
the scars and bruises
bullets and knives
All inside her

I smiled, she did
I could feel her pain
Killing her again and again
But she's a warrior

There's a story behind her dress
A melody in her skin
A lost note in her hair
A burning desire in her eyes

She uttered a word
I couldn't guess
She asked for my hand
  But I ran away

Little did I know
I was running away from my reflection
I couldn't get to places
Because I couldn't save me

Her lips are red
Pretty cheeks
And pointy nose

The sway of her hips
With the sound of heels
Wore a vintage dress

She laughs like a bomb
Funny gestures
Are on the way

Loser in a play
Classic reactions
She seems too slow

A lady in age
Lost in her generation
A Class D with mascara on