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Mirrored
This mirror I hold dear
For in this mirror is my dear
So please tell them who you are
Are you me or am I you?
In this darkness I hold my dear
My dear is me and I am her’s
With skeptical eyes you look at me
Why do you look at me this way, my dear?
Am I not good enough for you?
Have I not been faithful to you?
I look after you every day
So you ignore me, my dear..
In my hand a rock I hold
To strike my dear and reform her new
But my dear was me so in pieces I lay
Upon this stone cold floor
For in this mirror is my dear
So please tell them who you are
Are you me or am I you?
In this darkness I hold my dear
My dear is me and I am her’s
With skeptical eyes you look at me
Why do you look at me this way, my dear?
Am I not good enough for you?
Have I not been faithful to you?
I look after you every day
So you ignore me, my dear..
In my hand a rock I hold
To strike my dear and reform her new
But my dear was me so in pieces I lay
Upon this stone cold floor
Published 5th Mar 2010
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5th Mar 2010 5:18pm
how many of us can really face ourselves?
When did you last pull faces at yourself, not for putting on makeup or general preening, and look yourself in the eye?
thank you
When did you last pull faces at yourself, not for putting on makeup or general preening, and look yourself in the eye?
thank you
