Reflections Of

Walking down the neon streets    Once were hands of love  Could there be another chance or was this our last  The streets were lined with shops  Our attention turns to these window shops

Instead of seeing what there was      All I saw was what we had   Could we not buy all the love we had   Inside one of these stores

Is there not a bottle for sale smelling full of love

I took one last look into her eyes

What I saw was  not the pretty side of love

What I saw was the reflection of the window stores

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