Reflection

Rainbow reflecting,
The rays of the sun,
Forever accepting,
The things that I’ve done,
Beautiful as always,
Yet eyes full of scorn,
Wishing I’d never,
Never been born
Cos I love you.

Staring at nothing,
As if something was there
Doesn’t really matter,
Cos you don’t care,
Stand and be counted,
Be safe and secure,
Say that you love me,
Well I’m really not sure
Cos I love you.

Steve Boddey May 2008