The Mirror Above Her Vanity
quickly the night passes
as her monday shore to start
The mirror above her vanity
It knows of anxious days where good or bad news awaits, as she puts her look on
The mirror above her vanity
knows of bad dreams the night before, her shoulders shrug on these days a little more, she puts her look on
The mirror above her vanity
knows of new love, for she placed
more expensive taste, with this she will find her place she will be first
The mirror above her vanity
knows of age for a thinner layer, a brush more with hair, saddened more and more she cared
The mirror above her vanity
know of background faces some were tall, some short, some louder, some seen once, some longer, but all a memory and a heart left empty
The mirror above her Vanity
Know of once a man short in stature, but mighty his love he could give her, her mind devised break him; of his demise. surely he would never leave
The mirror above her vanity
knows of alarms now dark also, her and them would seem to fight
she loved to hurt, she loved to win,
some she quit, their hit to swift would end her fit
The mirror above her vanity
knows of that same man that filled her eyes and gave such surprise, soon she raised her hate, broke his face, he; never fazed and never partake. he loved her so, prayed this would cleanse her soul, a heavy toll and a price none else would pay "Just love me" is all he would say.
The End.
This Poems Story
This depicts a character whos value was learned at a vulnerable age and limited too what she would do to earn his love, in his toils perverted her thinking the bed she spoils, when not at best, not enough he left. A boy once pure discovers a place beneath his feet, would learn also their place came so easy it seemed, how far can it go to begin this object that would never cease. now a young women learning growing smarter stands up and learns she can stand, an fight well he is gone forever. her heart for her children so it seems. time had passed, came along a man, not hide nor a dimented surprise, not perfect his toils was pride, she filled his eyes too great surprise. with every word an all his tries, she was certain; different at best\' but still all lies. Not so much her fault to have needed to gaurd so hard, not all prince\'s come with best intentions or a heart for her, not what they can get out of her. but... Her mirror above the vanity seen the difference and didnt need question much at all before convinced mirror and her time together had greater moments getting ready for him. confused she pushed him away the the one man
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