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With inside out, and out, surprised, inside! When penning verse whose end may, too, begin it, When rhyming reel with real can coincideYours is the world and everything that’s in itIf you can wri
I look at this girl before meShe's familiar, yet unknownShe's reaching out to touch meShe's abandoned and aloneShe's living in a nightmareHer eyes are tightly shutShe can't stand to see her pai
I see under myself, In the acrylic mirror. Expressionless portrait Of sorrow and wonderment Artistic beauty of self expression. Picasso-ish, Contemplations of self Breathing out obsessions Uns
Somehow at Increasingly dimmed duskWe are still in the morningJumping around asking for milkWhining severely, wanting food.We often pointTo the bottom, top and sidesEven to the skies. Conseque
Im lost, Ive been this way, ten years to the day, i still cannot find what I am looking foruntil, I found my mirror, at first i overlooked its powers, but i suddenly saw the beautyI saw hope, s
Rainfall, lightning, thunder, sunCondense gems which ocean shunGreetings geese, planes goodbyeFriends I loved, friends they fly.Waves connected, big and smallSheet of glass where sapphires fall
Mirror Mirrortell me what do you seewho am I? I sometimes wonder who is sheMirror MirrorDo you love me? As I look into you I see a reflection of meI see a little girl who was and can nev
When I look into the mirror I'm afraid of what I seeI'm afraid of the person staring back at meI'm frightened that the person will take over who I am insideSo instead of facing my biggest fears I r
Your beauty, somewhat tarnished now, still outlines the joyous lass you werethose summers ago, when men stoppedin their tracks just to look at you.Oh, how cruel time can be.Now the only recognit
Mirror mirror on the wallWho is the fairest of us allIf you did happen to answer there would be no doubtMy reflection would be over& I would simply pass outBut now we have hadthis little conve
Once again she stands motionlessHer eyes searching for something...Something of beauty she can hold; Everyday searching, too many times told it's not there.So she, lost in that eternal starePeru
I am a broken mirror, Which was broken when you look.There is a hidden rose in my heart, And never laugh at me as a kook.I am a broken mirror, Where was broken in the nook.No one knows me and m