Mirror, mirror
Questioning the timeβ¦
Mirror mirror
Iβm no longer a child
Where has the time gone ?
Now I have a story to tell
My wrinkles do not let me lie
As I blink my eyes I see
Expressions landing on my face
A book without preface
Feel the masterpiece of freedom
Some chapters are indigestible
Filled with glory days
Every time you leaf through
A piece of shame get lost
Emblazoned with a naked true
Of walls that no longer exist
Mirror mirror
Time feels like slipping through my door
Tiny eyes full of humanity
Lost in the intensity of memories
I no longer wish to be treated
Like a girl I once was
Those scars belongs to a woman
Which Burned without needing fire π₯
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Lisa santos
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Awesome piece, I like the rise from the ashes metaphor ππΏ