Mirror, MirrorA Poem by Emilee GrimmMy hair is black like ebony My skin so white like snow My lips are red as blood “It’s my face that you don’t know” A poison apple would be nice Laced with sleepiness For in my bed I want to stay Until my true love’s first kiss But up I rise in the morning And every day I look At the face that says “you don’t know me” For that face is my own.
© 2010 Emilee GrimmAuthor's Note
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Added on November 18, 2010Last Updated on November 18, 2010 AuthorEmilee GrimmSomewhere, OHAboutI share my poetry with others because it is the easiest way to express my feelings non-destructively. I greatly appreciate honest feedback, comments, and reviews. Lets101 Quizzes - Myspace Quiz.. more..Writing
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