In the mirror is a reflection of me.
That is something we both can see.
But oddly this reflection isn't me.
Another version of me, is she.
She is skinny, she is tall.
She is not chubby and small.
She is sporty, with team colours on.
She does not have her hair up in a tight bun.
She is someone I once wanted to be.
But thankfully she is not me.
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Petrichor
Poetry// Petrichor // // 🌏 the pleasant smell of earth after rain💧// Est. 2014 ~ 20.. Copyright LittleAussieDreamer (Alannah Mills) 2020
