• though forever looking through the reflection of my mirror
    i don't see myself
    i see you
    my rose picked from my garden of confusion and doubt
    yet you hold neither
    no confusion or doubt
    no insecurities that i myself may feel
    you are perfect for me
    you fit me like a glove
    you compliment my style
    and this is why i must save you
    though the world has taught me
    and the truth has guided me through this haze of grey that the world has put in front of me
    i still saw you, and i still see you