Monday 10 October 2011

Vanity..

..and so she sprayed on her warm vanilla mist..
An gazed into her reflection in the mirror.
Appreciation too hard to resist..
Narcissism crept into her.

Vanity;a sin worth being convicted for..
More than she was adored before..
The mirror held her gaze
Everything else seemed like a haze.

She dabbed on her mascara and some gloss..
No anxiety ... No remorse..
She closed her eyes and soaked in all her stardom...
.. Reigned supreme; over her kingdom..

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