They're dead those eyes covered in black lace,
Yet a half smile is on her face,
Her lies surprise while my thoughts race,
I see her sigh when my mind increases its pace.
Who is that girl with golden hair?
with such a graceful air,
I meet her sad stare,
Why are all others unaware?
This girl I do not know
She is certainly not me though,
The light in her is turned down low.
This reflection is too confusing,
The girl's stare unmoving,
Yet I find it almost soothing.