The Girl In the Mirrior

February 5, 2018

I see you standing there
In the cold winter air
you keep your head facing down
I start to make a subtle frown
I reach out to touch the mirror
So I can see a little clearer
your eyes look at me
blue like the sea
hair of golden spun so fine
falls on her shoulders like a jungle vine
cheeks of rosy
and eyelash curls
button nose
and hair the swirls
she follows me in every way
but stops as I walk away
a laugh that pierces through my ear
softens but it’s always near






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