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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