I sit before the mirror,
all decked up for the play...
My hair curled up into a bun,
holding tight my thoughts, so stray.
I sit before the mirror,
all decked up for the play...
My lavender gown flowing along,
camouflaging away, my dreadful scars.
I sit before the mirror,
all decked up for the play...
The lovely brouch on my breast,
shadowing my bleeding heart in despair.
I sit before the mirror,
all decked up for the play...
The beautiful pair of white sandals,
anchoring me, down to this hell.
I sit before the mirror,
all decked up for the play...
Adorned with the fake smile,
ready to cheat, lie and betray.
2 comments:
clear expression of individuality
I wish you could make out the other clear expressions in my sketches.
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