You look
I see you staring at me
you put your loose hair back behind your ear
I glance back and forth behind you and hope no one sees me
You keep twitching your eyes so swiftly it's scaring me a bit
I look at what your wearing and I smile back at you
You wipe the back of your sweaty palm on the back of your navy blue pokadot dress
I try to hide my redding face from your beautiful appearance But I fail miserably because I could never be in the same league as you
Who's she gonna want to do with a man in a mirror?
All I can do is appreciate her extraordinary beauty from a far And no fine lady even as kind as her will accept a man like me into her amazing life
I'm just the man who got cursed and who's punishment was to be forever be stuck in a mirror A lover will never find love in a place as lonely as a mirror
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CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
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The Expressionists
PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
