windycissy
12-04-2009, 01:25 AM
This morning while I was putting on my makeup, looking at myself in the mirror, this song came to me and I can't get it out of my head:
I've grown accustomed to her face.
She almost makes the day begin.
Her joys, her woes,
Her highs, her lows,
Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I was serenely independent and content before we met;
Rather like a habit
One can always break-
And yet,
I've grown accustomed to her look;
Accustomed to her voice;
Accustomed to her face.
How true! The woman looking back at me in the mirrow has become a habit I can't break, and my serene male indepence has been replaced by endless hours of makeup, hair and clothes...all second nature to me now, I've grown accustomed to her face. And that's a good thing.
I've grown accustomed to her face.
She almost makes the day begin.
Her joys, her woes,
Her highs, her lows,
Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I was serenely independent and content before we met;
Rather like a habit
One can always break-
And yet,
I've grown accustomed to her look;
Accustomed to her voice;
Accustomed to her face.
How true! The woman looking back at me in the mirrow has become a habit I can't break, and my serene male indepence has been replaced by endless hours of makeup, hair and clothes...all second nature to me now, I've grown accustomed to her face. And that's a good thing.