I Couldn't Resist

[actinginflorida]

Alright, so here's a loser-ish poem I wrote on the plane back from Florida. I know it's bad, but I figure, what's a livejournal for if not to post your own cheesy poetry on it?

Hurried pace and scrambling thoughts,
Never a moment to reflect.
Shining glass attracts a glance.
Pausing ever so briefly,
I see this woman staring back at me.

Ivory skin and rosy lips,
Carefully manicured brow.
Long lashes frame blueish eyes.
Pretty, I think, cautiously.
Who is this woman staring back at me?

Her visage mysterious,
She exudes wisdom and grace.
No trace of my reflection,
Which does glare so awkwardly.
I don't know this woman staring back at me.

Vaguely familiar she seems,
Whispers of some years long past.
Yet where is the little girl?
I must query candidly,
Am I this woman staring back at me?

Maturity and depth there,
With novels behind her eyes
And courage in her firm smile.
Oh, I wonder happily,
When did I become this woman staring back at me?