The Mirror

This poem is related to the beauty inspired through the reflections and falling in love with it .

What do we have in here?
A mirror reflecting my fragile cracks,
Eyes smudged with a dusky shine,
Too much to see inside letting too much to hide,
I am gold and pretentious
Thighs too tough,
Lips stranded ,with some words unsaid ,
Beauty was a demeanor of deep words,
It captured my crooked smile ,
But..
Was it a shadow or beauty to exist?
It was beautiful ,
It was scribbled with rough edges,
For a moment my eyes lashes flattered ,
Not crying or making a fuss ,
But realizing what lies inside was so enlightening ,
A love to vision ,
I loved the mirror thereby ,
To set me free.