woman in the mirror
By tristessa
woman in the mirror i tire of your red eyes and your crooked half smile that peeks from painted lips no rouge will hide the battle scars those faded prophecies woman in the mirror you'd bend to a strange enbrace as your waves of dark tresses crash to sugggest an unearthed beauty all divinity a lie unspoken of a voluptuous untruth woman in the mirror i don't believe in you Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 12:40 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"woman in the mirror..."