She has won
My best friend always has
Victory is hers
The weeds that strangle her beautiful flower
Are now her nutrients
She conquers the castle of power
Its impenetrable steel walls
Are now our fortress
She is my arrow
I am her bow
Nothing can stop the two of us
Her familiar arousing scent of lavender
Fills my lungs
We stare at each other
Her defiant eyes bear into mine
Her seductive threats crawl through my head
I succumb to them willingly
They have led us to success several times
What is she pointing at?
Mirrors
Mirrors everywhere I turn
My best friend loves mirrors
Mirrors that reflect pride and arrogance
No, she is pointing to one in particular
Its gilt iron frame and freezing cold glass
Who is that girl in front of me?
Why won't her tears stop?
My blood starts boiling at the sight of her
The girl scowls at me
At what I've become
