I’m learning to love the stranger in the mirror

I’m learning to love the stranger in the mirror.

I watch every movement in awe.

I started to love that girl I once frowned at,

When her true reflection I saw.

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She laughs like it pains her to do so.

She cries like she knows there’s still hope.

I wonder, where do these portraits go

Once spent in the glass, beauty’s scope.

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I’ll admire that lady trapped in wonderland.

Adore each tear and smile I view.

And when that woman reflects my gaze,

She’s starting to love me too.