You always narrated a peculiar tale,
For them it was physical but I saw the insides,
Infront of me stood a curvey female,
But as I looked deeper towards my confides,
I noticed an image highlighting emotions,
It was not i,I had seen but rather her,
She looked so much stable on the outside,
Like her story had always been fair,
But I knew from that moment that she was tied,
Something seemed odd as I watched her stare,
Like she was not there but rather close,
Something was empty in her inner being,
In no adventure had I seen such a pose,
Something seemed full at that same time,
To those brown eyes that pulled a string,
Of confident tears of no transparent lime,
She stood there so long but couldn't affirm,
Nothing seemed wrong only you wouldn't know,
Unless the lady infront of her was ready to confirm,
That the pieces outnumbered her unreal glow,
So tell her something about that reflection,
Something more awakening, rather less superior,
Cause that me needs a unique installation,
Like a normal outlook on the mirror...
BELISE