Who Was That Woman?


Who was that woman?
The reflection in the glass?
The eyes looked the same
But the look? a different lass
Her outlook - totally different
Her loyalty had taken a fall
For she had cared about everything
But now - she no longer cares at all.

One day you will realise who she was.

Friday,11 March 2016

by poppy miller

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I tried to imagine this written as prose- - no, I shuddered even though I love prose- - this can only be written in the romance of poetry and its magic and its mystery