Reflection

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Not sure about who I see in front of me

Dreams and goals dissipate

like warm breath against the icy morning air.

This is not who you used to be.

People change, I know this to be true.

But this settling mentality that has found its way to your heart

Well....its not you

"She doesn't know me" is what you sometimes tell your friends

I know the reach of your dreams, the dept of your thoughts.

I know the compassion in your heart and the might of your pen.

I know the tears you cry

when the pain is hard to bare,

I'm familiar with the laughter that fills

your hilariously dysfunctional family air.

I know the hustle in your heart

when it's time to go to work.

I even understand your tones of silence

when you try to hide the hurt.

That love you seek

is wreaking havoc on your heart

Flying around blindly

not seeing the light because of the stars

I understand loneliness

and the clamant need to be fed

But be careful how you pick your thread count

Remember,

you'll have to lie in that bed

No, I'm not sure of the person

I see in front of me.

Dreams and goals disappear

like warm breath against the icy morning air.

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