As I glaze in the mirror the face which returns the look has unchanged.
My skin so fair and ivory, I mimic an image of perfection
Am I beautiful or am I asking a rhetorical question.
I question if it’s a dream or a beautiful nightmare?
Does she not know looks can not be achieved through imitation?
My feelings are surely unfathomable
I informed her that expensive non essentials only lead to misfortune
She is an unwelcome intruder
An undesirable third party in whom she needs to move on and forget
Does she not know sexual gratification depends on such suffering?
If it isn’t love its just sexual pleasures
This youthful soul only brings upon destructive tendencies inward or upon herself.
My skin so fair and ivory, I mimic an image of perfection
Am I beautiful or am I asking a rhetorical question.
I question if it’s a dream or a beautiful nightmare?
Does she not know looks can not be achieved through imitation?
My feelings are surely unfathomable
I informed her that expensive non essentials only lead to misfortune
She is an unwelcome intruder
An undesirable third party in whom she needs to move on and forget
Does she not know sexual gratification depends on such suffering?
If it isn’t love its just sexual pleasures
This youthful soul only brings upon destructive tendencies inward or upon herself.
She only fustrates herself with competition
In the end who loses?
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