I doubt if she has it all.

It’s been quite a while now,
the mirror shows me a face,
it talks to me in a language I have known since all this time,
a language that reeks of an uncertain haze,
a language that has it’s own rhyme.
I have taken a liking to the humdrum of that language,
it talks me into victories too silly,
ecstasies too naive.
It tells me about the people she has seen,
places she has been,
I doubt if she has it all.

It’s been quite a while now,
the mirror shows me a face,
that has a drooped bow,
not one I have been friends with,
one with too faint of a grin,
too coy of a vibe;
We both look into the eyes,
and know we have a lot to work on,
we pass on our sighs,
pretend it’s alright.
She’s a friend after all I have known all this while.
She talks me into defeats too botched,
I doubt if she has it all.

It’s been quite a while now,
the mirror shows me a face,
It has wrinkles in places a bit too early,
she talks to me in a language I have heard,
with a gait of it’s own,
breezing me into an ease I longed all this time.
She tells me of a friend,
with eyes draped in a dark shade.
She talks me into places I have never been,
joys I have never seen,
she talks me into not letting it go,
like the goodbye her friend bade.
She asks me to not pick up the blade.
I doubt if she has it all .