Who is this girl staring back at me?
She looks so familiar,
I just can't put my finger on it.
I know I have seen her before,
but I can't remember where.
Her eyes,
her lips,
her nose,
her face,
they all look like mine.
Is she my twin?
But, that can't be.
All she is,
is my mirror reflection.
Her eyes,
her lips,
her nose,
her face,
is all me.
The saddness I see,
the lost she feels
it's all part of me.
Does she know, that she is me?
Can she know?
Is she wondering the same thing that I am?
All I can think is that she is me,
and I wonder, why can't I recongize myself.
Please tell me what you think
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perfect
it is very true how one day you know where your going in life
the nxt - your no longer sure
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At first i had to remind myself you weren't writing about me, or that it wasn't my poem. I so understhood where you were coming with this write. I don't even know how to put into words what i want to say... but its amazing that you think so similarly. Brava... very nice write!
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aww thank you! =)
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wow, this is really deep. extremely clever idea of using your reflection as a stranger. i suppose we all have parts of ourselves we fail to recognise. good work x
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Yeah. But, for me, it's almost every part of me.
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