Who is this beautiful beast that stands
Stands before me
Behind the crystal door
of this portal
The door I will never open
Behind her beautiful face
there lays magical objects
I reach my fingers out to touch
But my fingers crack against the glass
The best runs her fingers through her hair
I find myself doing the same
She smiles at me
A glimpse of straight teeth, and
Stars glowing in her eyes
I wonder if I look the same as
I feel my mouth
and My lips
Pull into a smile as she did
She straightens her cardigan
I copy the gesture
She grins
And I mirror her movements
Every single move
She backs away from the portal
I am thrown into the darkness
The dark cold of my prison
She slides the wood door into its home
and I close my eyes
Longing to be out of this mirror.
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That's super pretty! I like it a lot. One thing I did think made it sound a little...i don't know what it made it sound like, but you used the word "my" too often. Sometimes you can get away with leaving that out all together, and I think you might want to try that with this one. Just a thought, cuz you asked me if there was anything you thought I should change. :)
Overall, it was really pretty and painted a picture of what you were trying to say really well.
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