Thursday, August 07, 2008

Sweet nothings

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Whos that person standing tall,
She is sweet, she is also horrid,
Its even worse-shes kind of timid.

Each step I take,
She is leaving a larger print behind,
I challenged a race,
Only to my surprise.

Neverending, she entrances many,
Leaving behind thoughts that mock me,
The wall between us is a void-cold and empty
Allowing me to lie down and finally be...

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