Tasha
by Colette
Is this what it feels like to be loved?
Was the mirror a delusion, or am I deluding myself?
She's my mirror; soft and shy, awkward and adorable, her smile makes me melt.
I look in her eyes and I see the girl I was, and I just want to hold her so close.
She my mirror; rebellious and tense, sensitive and sweet, her kiss sent a chill down my spine.
There's so much to love but so much to lose, I'm terrified of breaking her heart.
I just wish I could tell
Without this uncertainty
Which one
I mean