She Taunts Her In The Day, She Smothers Her In The Night

Standing in front of the mirror,
The reflection does not change.
It’s all the same face.
She only lingers throughout the day,
Waiting for the night to reflect all desire.

She appears at the end of the bed with a smile,
Plucking the strings on your acoustic guitar.
She plays it better than you.
She whistles the tune you cannot whistle.
All night long she outperforms.

Standing in front of the mirror,
The changes in the reflection are only slight.
There are bags on that same face.
She only lingers throughout the day,
Waiting for the night to reflect all desire.

Maybe we will change.
With each restless night.
Without any respite.
I hope that I may change.