Yellowed, and Tucked in the Frame of a Mirror

 
Among reflections that I have within,
That never surface from uneasiness.
To hide against the tangent of a sin,
That leaves a stain between a pettiness.

A summer dress spaghetti strap to slip
Among reflections that I have within,
To turn my head & let long hair to whip
A line across a shoulder’s sunburnt skin.
 
It’s like I am my own self’s other twin.
I do this by design perhaps to flirt.
Among reflections that I have within,
I am the only one I try to hurt.

I find I’m trying hard to hear a sound,
To reach a clue to life I can begin.
I want you here & not to tie you down,
Among reflections that I have within.