Waiting For..
When I look into the mirror, let me tell you what I see. I see more than just my face, I see more than just me. I see eyes so blue and bright that have a story to tell. I see a scar under one eye from a long night of hell. I see a big and crooked smile with perfect teeth to match. But there is so much more than just a glimpse would catch. I see my long blonde hair that isn't it's natural color. But since it is my own choice I wouldn't have it any other. I see my face, it's natural state no make-up lines will there be. For my face is always natural No covering it up for me. There are so many different things, that are there in plain sight. And I wonder if when you see me You'll know when things aren't right. Or will by chance you be the one that sees all this and more? Will you be the one that sees, that your what I've been waiting for. Written September 26th, 2001 © on Nov 07 2001 04:16 PM PST, Deborah Wolz 0 • 12
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"When I look into the mirror, ..."