Poetry

Stranger

The mirror reflects
A stranger
Who is this woman
With the natural hair?
She has eyes like moonbeams
A smile that kills
Her neck is one
That should always be caressed
Those breasts aren’t so perky anymore
They still have some bounce, though
She’s ugly to me…

I wonder if I’m beautiful to her
Her identity escapes me
Maybe
We can help find each other
Those little girls we used to be

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