Creepin' In

There she was, sitting in that room.
The room wore million sheets of enigma

Making it impossible to see through.
Not only was it enigma, but it was she herself;

Those brown locks of hair covering half her pretty face.
Those red cheeks gone brown.

There was something in that night;
Something beautifully miserable.

Something too hard to decipher.
And it kept on creepin' in.

And it left me wondering
-who she was; where she had come from?

So sad it was to realize that - mirrors couldn't talk back.
For if they did, I would have been unfolded by now.