More of a Mirror

More of a mirror
Black as the sea,
In the night of Marina,
Holding the feet,
Of bagels and rehearsals,
Back to the frame,
I hold out the keys,
To ask you your name.

More of a mirror,
Less of a reflection,
Because you're not who I want to be.

Gilded in singers,
Gilded in fragile thoughts,
Of a breadwinner,
Leaving it all to merlions and facts,
So sad,
So sad,
That we made it bad.

More of a mirror,
Economically proven,
When we were bored in time,
And time was bored with us,
And the sentence,
Seemed like a zombie's vow,
To be alive and well,
When you come back I will,
Say.

More of a mirror,
You were the sun,
Green-eyed one,
Of spectacles,
And cellulite,
Hotel lobbies at night,
Watching people fight,
Over drinks,
They wore in pride.

More of a mirror.

White, empty, nothingness.

More of a mirror of a sign.

More of a mirror,
You make me so mad,
What about the guns you leave,
On the vacant bed,
What of the sightless fiend,
Oh,
Oh, why do you sound so mean?

More of a mirror,
You broke my heart,
You made me forget about,
Alleys incandescent's part,
When it came to the last one,
The last food to eat,
The last confounded teacher,
On hopeless needs.

Oh more of a mirror,
More of a silence,
More of a car.

Less of a kind one,
Less than the ones who,
Who couldn't get far.

I love you,
When there's nothing better to do,
Isn't that the world,
Was made for this evening.

The verdant looks,
You gave was for fists to shook,
And time was not well,
That time I was not well,
But the smile in the sea,
Was as black as the trees.

Isn't it great,
When tides contemplate,
Over jackets made of cotton,
And blue.

I might not see colours,
But I can sure feel you.

Oh, more of a mirror,
I think I do.