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            my thoughts.
                            exactly.





September 10, 2005

in a slump
i look in the mirror
and i see a face
with my fingers
its fine lines i trace
the slanted eyes
the sloped nose
the pair of ears
and the pink mouth
i stare at this image
and question why
does he love me
to this i sigh
it can't be because
of this simple face
it can't be because
of my lack of grace
it can't be because
of my mediocre mind
it can't be because
of my flat behind
i am in no way eloquent
in no way demure
in no way smarter
than the girl next door
i'm left pondering
what could it be
i'm left wondering
why does he love me?

G. @ 9/10/2005 -- 1 comment(s) -- Post a Comment


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ask your other mirror - him.

 
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