Smooth Canvas,
So deceitful so eerily beautiful.
I am what I seem,
nothing more and nothing less.
But what do I see when I stand
in front of that faithful mirror?
Do I see a featureless face,
or do I notice a true being?
The mannequin that I am,
sees a soul in her reflection.
Passerbys see only my offwhite motionless body.
But inside I know what I am.
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC
Smooth Canvas,
So deceitful so eerily beautiful.
I am what I seem,
nothing more and nothing less.
But what do I see when I stand
in front of that faithful mirror?
Do I see a featureless face,
or do I notice a true being?
The mannequin that I am,
sees a soul in her reflection.
Passerbys see only my offwhite motionless body.
But inside I know what I am.
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