Saturday, March 6, 2010

if you're not the one , why do i think of you at night ? ♥

Why does everything have to be a play ?
Why do we always strive to be perceived as the best ?
Why do we grind our teeth doing something that we're supposed to do , but don't want to ?

Smoothing down dry , unruly hair .
Gazing intently at the mirror .
Smile , quickly fading , as each imperfect feature was magnified .

Twirl .

Her insignificance was like a knife that cut through her heart .
Where was that blooming flower ?
The one ; without the dimming glow .

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