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That girl standing there The wind pulling at her hair A smile plastered to her face One that looks so out of place Who is she What is this vague familiarity Behind those cold eyes Is there another that hides? She's staring straight at me I can't say who it might be The mask she's wearing A crust so wicked and daring I want to run away To a place where I can stay Away from her lies Where she can't take over my life But when I keep staring at her The daggers in her eyes stir Yet I don't break my gaze And she's jolted out of a daze Then, through the broken veil I glimpse the wounds she's trying to conceal But even with one look I didn't miss Beneath it all, who she really is I try to tell her Without words, soothe her There's no one left to help her but me To bring back the girl she used to be I think she understands This is her only chance Her hands are timid but strong with the task Slowly, steadily, she takes off her mask She can smile, she still knows how I'm holding on tight now If I don't she might slip through my fingers I lift up my hand and press it against hers This is the way I dreamed it would be That day when we could both be free The real me, the real her Smiling, I turn away from the mirror

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 6/19/2010 8:40:00 AM
Grace, this is really clever and an absolute joy to read. Many congratulations on your win in Amy's contest >> James
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Date: 6/18/2010 10:00:00 AM
I agree with Chris, your rhyme did not feel forced and this is a well deserved win. LUv, Andrea
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Date: 10/27/2009 8:10:00 PM
Amazing poetry! Very well written, great imagery and rhyming, perfectly executed. Thanks for sharing. Caroline.
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