There's this girl in the mirror,
I wonder who she is.
Sometimes I think I know her,
Sometimes I wish I did.
There's a story in her eyes,
Lullabies and goodbyes.
But when she's looking back at me, I can tell...
She's hurting deep inside.
AGD
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Painting With Words
PoesíaThese are subtle glimpses I get from the lives of the people around me, written as poems. Some refer to me; most don't. Enjoy.
