Red lips

Skin like white porcelain

Red lips like wine

She can see her reflection in m the mirror

Except that she’s not looking

In fact her eyes remain expressionless

Like if her soul was on the other side of the glass

She seems lost, frozen in time

Trying to understand who she is, who she ever was

Her hands are cold

Her heartbeat is almost silent

But yet something seems to be disturbing her

Like if she has just realized it’s too late

Too late to recover what has been lost

Too late to discover that deep inside once there was a heart

Burning like fire

That once there was a life that was hers and she was no longer alone nor lost

She had love

Ah love

Seems like a song from such a distant past

Yet it smiles back at her on the other side of the mirror

If only she could grab it

If only she could go back in time

And hug him and love him one last time

And stop the clock just like that

But that was a long time ago

And now she has nowhere to go, nowhere to hide from herself

All that’s left now are vague memories

That she tries to recover in her mind

Like nothing else mattered

Because only when she finds out why everything went to wrong,

Maybe she will have the chance to make it right

And maybe those sad eyes reflecting at her on the mirror

May recover her will to live and may break free

Away from this lady in red lips and cold skin like porcelain…