She has brown hair
She's caring and fair
She holds my secrets
She holds my fears
but does she feel the same?
even though i held her hand in the rain?
yes, she loves me
yes, she trusts me
but am i a mirror image?
do i only look the part and not play it?
am i a pawn in the game of trust?
this is a must!
but isn't life this way?
everyone must play a part
even though it's not a perfection of art?
