Palindrome
Is it dusk or is it dawn? I ask myself always the same question When I wake up, it is always dark and the lights are never on I see a silhouette and not my reflection The dogs keep howling in my head, telling me I am wake But I keep silence, for your sake. Because you are still asleep and your eyes are closed But before 2, you never doze. You are dreaming, about your perfect world Beautiful hair on your face and the rest curled But is your world so perfect? Is it always bright? Chocolates and roses. never out of sight? Or is it like mine, where it's always dark? Maybe yes, but the dogs just bark. Are we the same, one side of a coin Where you are you and I am mine I hope it is a palindrome and some kind of spouse syndrome We are the same, beautifully insane.