Look at me,
what do you see?
Do I look different?
Do I look wrong?
You should know what I've looked like
all along.
To me, at first your breathtaking,
and at second glance, you're heart stopping,
but now your blurred and distorted,
you're nothing.
It's like looking through a pane of water,
you're smooth and you twinkle,
but with disturbance,
you're old and you wrinkle.
But maybe it's not a pane,
maybe it's a mirror,
and if it is
I hope it becomes clearer.
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Written September 2nd, 2005
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