Peering at the luminous cheval glass stands a wide eyed girl.
Porcelain powder conceals
the freckles that she hides.
Flushing cheeks with rose before she enters the side—
Of the stage on which she plays every day.
Lips of scarlet
Lashes black as night
Face framed with golden locks curled tight.
As the curtain rolls back
The crowds will applaud
not because of her image.
For Vanity is flawed.
Kindness in her crystal eyes
Comfort in her smile
Words of encouragement ring throughout the aisle
When the curtain closes
Spectators disperse
It's evident
Her lines are not rehearsed.
Clean face
Frizzy hair
The cheval glass reflects
kindness
poise
elegance
Gleaming from her left chest.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
Peering at the luminous cheval glass stands a wide eyed girl.
Porcelain powder conceals
the freckles that she hides.
Flushing cheeks with rose before she enters the side—
Of the stage on which she plays every day.
Lips of scarlet
Lashes black as night
Face framed with golden locks curled tight.
As the curtain rolls back
The crowds will applaud
not because of her image.
For Vanity is flawed.
Kindness in her crystal eyes
Comfort in her smile
Words of encouragement ring throughout the aisle
When the curtain closes
Spectators disperse
It's evident
Her lines are not rehearsed.
Clean face
Frizzy hair
The cheval glass reflects
kindness
poise
elegance
Gleaming from her left chest.
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