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Mirror Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest of them all
Who will win the hearts of beasts
Who set wild hearts free

Why its you dear
You hold the key
To be all that you seek
To stand and show
You are Fairest
The prettiest of them all

Listening intently to sharp tounged
Devil she began to believe
His decietful speeches
Letting go of all her defences
She willing conceived his curses

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest of them all?
Who will win the hearts of beasts
Who will set wild hearts free

I think it is still you
Yet I ponder at your decreasing beauty
Yet in the perfect dress 
You will not fit
And face of cracks
Oh what a mess

Listening again
Intently trying to change
To make the mirror See 
The girl she was never meant to be
A doll
A play
A toy
On display

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest of them all?
Who will win the hearts of beasts
Who will set wild hearts free

Afraid its not you
Fairer roam these dusty streets
You never had beauty to spare
Just the blood of confusion laid bare
I was blind I did not see
The beauty of lust in her it breeds

Again she listened
Losing worth of herself
Losing all she was 
Because of a shiny smile glimmer on a shelf
Falling down
Consumed by beasts
Then in the darkness she silently weeps

Moons have passed
Bearly seeing the light
One night she silently decides
To uncover it one last time

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest of them all?
Who will win the hearts of beasts
Who will set wild hearts free

He chuckled and said
Not you my dear
You are too well fed
To sharpend by the books
Not nearly good enough
Too you
Too much
To tough

Angered she slowly to rise
From the depths he led her so close
Close to her own demise
With a giant pull 
And deafning crash
The glimmers shattared
Into millions of slivers
Of a face no longer
Determining who she was
Walking over all sharp words
Feet bleeding
She still rose

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  1. Date: 7/20/2013 12:24:00 PM
    wow! this is straight from the heart... love the rose, she will always be.... SKAT