Monday, September 12, 2005
mirror, mirroruntil twelve
i could believe in you
believe i was part of you
miming. Dancing. funny or sad
i loved you every day
at sixteen, sixteen
i chose to make my character
eyes blue. Cheeks blushed. lips pink
i began to doubt you
twenty, twenty
i saw in others
what i couldn't find in you
mirror, mirror
you're a liar
By Singaporean poet, Chung Yee Chong
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