Face From Face
face from face, a two way mirror but is it me that looks back with an uncertain, insecure scowl. I eyes reached out to me if I do so break the mirror before me into pieces will I be able to piece what i want to see from me or should the windows bleed in remorse of what i’ve done to my face from face.. my foundation is based to protect me from thee is it my skin? or base on my heart’s accord bleak of red over my cheek i seek to peace of mine mind because face from face is not I. individuals around me attempt to disect the meaning in their mind awaits an untouched morsel of sweetness for my face from face awaiting a different idea of the fact that my mind is another of two to you but to my vanity its hidden in variance of answers to questions asked as felt.
How does no filter, no makeup, naturality make you feel?
