The Reflection by Anne S.
There's nothing really special about me, It's the light shining from him That you can see.
There's no brave heart beating in this chest, You hear in me The echo of his best.
He's the one who has it figured out. He's the brains And I am just the clout.
I am not the one who's really strong, And he will always Right me when I'm wrong.
And when a spear has pierced my heart again, He'll bring me comfort And help me through the pain.
I'm not the one with sun-lit hair you seek, The voice of reason every time he speaks.
If you see me and think It's sunlight that I vend, Look again, it's only the reflection of my friend....
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