By Ashley Skye
Date: 30 March 2000
Reflections
I saw a face today.
Eyes bright blue and hair, brown,
long, touching her breasts.
She is innocent, yet not stupid or naive.
In her eyes, I know she has experienced
a great deal of pain and happiness.
She's an old soul. A young age in reality,
but the wrinkles on her forehead show worry, that with which
no one of her age should know.
I wonder if she is a mystery to other people.
I know her well; and even some things about her are a mystery to me.
I wonder what people think of her;
Do they see the good person I see in her?
Do they think she is pretty?
Looking at her, I can tell she ponders these same thoughts,
yet doesn't say a word.
I see her face often.
Sometimes I get a serious face,
other times, she shows a slight smile.
A smile that tells me that she knows that I know most
everything about her.
When she sees me looking at her, she doesn't smile big,
I know she doesn't like her smile.
She's a self-conscience girl.
I saw a face today. Blue eyes and long brown hair.
I was looking into my vanity mirror.
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