The FaceA Poem by ApebbleHow we grow to not even recognize who we've become.Is that your reflection? Can I come and see? It looks so familiar... Like an old version of me
Your face looks the same Just higher off the ground Your shoulders are broader And eyes the same golden brown
Can that truly be you? I say it cannot be You look too familiar, It must be me
Do I not know my own face? Have I changed who I am? Am I so different from before This disgrace I now see? © 2013 Apebble |
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1 Review Added on September 8, 2013 Last Updated on September 8, 2013 |


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