Tresses on the floor reveal what once defined her beauty
alone in the chair
none of that matters now
the pixie staring back at her wasn’t smiling and the mirror wasn’t lying
She’d tip him anyway
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Tresses on the floor reveal what once defined her beauty
alone in the chair
none of that matters now
the pixie staring back at her wasn’t smiling and the mirror wasn’t lying
She’d tip him anyway