Mirrors scare me
And I'm not talking about being scared of
Bloody Mary
I'm not scared
Of seeing a murderer either
And I'm not scared
Of seeing my own reflection either
I'm scared of looking in the mirror
And not seeing you standing beside me
Your arms wrapped around my waist
Your head resting on my shoulder
Your eyes taking in my reflection
Your lips smiling
Looking oh so soft and kissable
That's what I'm scared of
Having to finally accept that you are gone