my hair fell in spirals on grey tiled floor
and the snip of scissors clicked by my ear
so when i looked in the mirror again
the lush desert dunes of my face
and pooled sea of my eyes
seemed foreign
~ remembering
my hair fell in spirals on grey tiled floor
and the snip of scissors clicked by my ear
so when i looked in the mirror again
the lush desert dunes of my face
and pooled sea of my eyes
seemed foreign
~ remembering
Perfectly Imperfect Me 