Their eyes are not mirrors.

Closely resemble me

What I do, what I do,
Is to try and look at myself,
As the other does,
But when I do, when I do, I realise,
What they see is not me,
their eyes are no mirrors,
They are like the sea,
If they are blue, I am blue,
If they are red, I am red,
If they are troubled, I am all blurred
I change with their highs and lows,
But when it's clear I can see through them
Something closely resembling me.

Everyday she crosses

Everyday she crosses,
That angel,
With her milky white eyes,
Upcombed hair,
Timid walk,
I can't but stare,
What could I do,
I stop breathing,
As she passes,
The minute just pauses,
It streaches like a mile,
I want her to see me,
I wish she would smile,
I want her to know
I like her for a while,
But she already knows,
She doesn't care,
maybe I am just an other,
Feather in her hair
To me she is more than
All I care,
As she crosses,
I can do nothing but stare.