Flowers, mimes, and red handprints.
I stared at her likeness. She was applying makeup 3 years ago in a crowded restroom of a hole-in-the-wall apartment.
I knew her flaws and imperfections. Yet, she seemed so beautiful.
Is this what it's like to be Charmed?
If that's the case, why is it so easy for me to turn away?
It's so strange to think that I have unanswered questions from that life within my life.
I knew her flaws and imperfections. Yet, she seemed so beautiful.
Is this what it's like to be Charmed?
If that's the case, why is it so easy for me to turn away?
It's so strange to think that I have unanswered questions from that life within my life.