sábado, 20 de septiembre de 2008

Who is She




‘Who is she?’ - she asks herself when she looks in the mirror
Who is she now?

She closed her eyes
she misspelled the words
she was not there

She looked and looked
But nothing could she found

And anyways what was there to see
A face, a fake smile
A tiny body with some few pounds up

But somehow, her hair looked so pretty
Her shinny little eyes
Her body, her forced smile, her young face, her life

She was so wasted, she had such a mind
She had such a spirit growing inside

‘Who is she?’ She couldn’t help to ask
‘Who is she anyways, is her life mine?’

 


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