My alter ego

My alter ego

Wednesday, 13 April 2011

One of my original poems "Mirror, Mirror"

Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Who's the next atop to fall?
Is it you to be mixed around?
Thrown from the heights into the ground
No one's perfect, all are flawed
All deserve a second chance but what about a third or fourth?
Is it too late for one last dance?
A liar then, A liar now
Manipulating is his way
And yet she keeps on going back
In spite of all the past mistakes
Soon you will lose all respect
Not that much now is left
Mirror, Mirror, Tell me now
Who's the next to fall, fall down?

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