Friday, October 24, 2014


Two AM
Here's lookin at you 
I toast to a mirror
With no reflection 
Surely that girl isn't me
She's sad
She's ugly
She cries too easily
And smiles too little
She has internal scars
Carved in her wretched face
Where laugh lines
Should be 
That's what happens when
The music stops
And the muse falls dead

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