I look in the mirror and I see your face. Your hair that shines orange in the light. Your eyes that paint pictures of autumn. And when I walk out the door,
It is your footsteps I hear.
YOU ARE READING
The haunting
Poetry☆ the feeling of losing one's self to the person they were created to be ☆
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I look in the mirror and I see your face. Your hair that shines orange in the light. Your eyes that paint pictures of autumn. And when I walk out the door,
It is your footsteps I hear.
