Apr 06 2011
Mirror, Mirror.
Mirror,mirror on the wall.
Why walk when I could crawl.
When I stand they knock me down,
So I’ll save the trouble and stay on the ground
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Will this life just hurt me more?
It beat me up and left a scar.
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
What is love? I cant be sure.
Is it the ones who make us fall,
Then help us up and make us tall?
Or is it those who lay by our side,
And every kiss is filled with pride?
compellingly beautiful
i love it
^_^
Lol, i feel like such a copycat with my poem. Sorry bout that.