The girl in the mirror

Like cherry in pie

Indulgent, sweet and purely heaven

For those who like cherry

The crust by itself

The reflection holds it’s own

It’s less desirable

Dry, crispy and crumbling

The purpose of freshly squeezed juice

More pure than the artificial drinks

Like the temptation of the apple

Whether red or green is preferred

The girl stares deep into her darkened eyes

Reflected, and she always asked ‘Why?’

Relfecting nothing like the sweet, fruity girl she knew

A couple changes till perfection, I swear only a few

LLK.