Jan 2012
Ugly, she moaned
as her eyes cloud
and she looks in the mirror at
the horrible monster that isn't her
She sees it
I cannot
I see an angel with golden wings
sigh and preen again
but I long to tell her
You cannot tend to one who is already perfect
as her eyes cloud
and she looks in the mirror at
the horrible monster that isn't her
She sees it
I cannot
I see an angel with golden wings
sigh and preen again
but I long to tell her
You cannot tend to one who is already perfect
