Wednesday, August 3, 2016

For a friend I believe in

Doe eyes, 
like a glaze of sadness. 

She can put on the face of a deer in headlights. 
She can play the role,
she can get the part.

The part they groomed her to be, 

the part where perfectionism takes centre stage, 
while her heart, the understudy,

beats beneath the glaze.

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