Poetry / Glass

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Shows the surface, never it all.
Darling girl all dressed in black,
Can’t you see we want you back?
Too much trust in that reflection
You’ll never find that true perfection.
Beauty is as beauty does,
And it’s inside, it always was.
Forget fair skin and ruby lips,
Life wasn’t meant to be like this.
Cover up that wicked mirror,
Happiness comes ever nearer,
‘Cause once your desperation’s passed,
You’ll see that a mirror’s only glass.

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