#dominiquexpatrick

[mine-ng-headcanons]

I'm not saying this is Dominique's favorite part of every morning, but this is totally her favorite part of every morning.

[mine-ng-headcanons]

Oh, mirror. Why do you make me so pretty? Mirror, mirror. So shiny and bright. I look so pretty in your glass. So pretty. Why do you make me so pretty?

Long, pale blonde hair cascading over pale, bare, freckled shoulders. Bright blue eyes hiding underneath long, thick lashes. Soft curves and smooth skin. Pink lips smiling at a reflection that is oh, so pretty. Pretty. Mirror, why do you make me so pretty?

Oh, mirror, why do you make me so pretty? Mommy says it’s in my blood. ‘Toire says it’s who I am. Who am I, mirror? So pretty.

Oh, mirror, my mirror, on the floor, shattered, broken, on the floor. Mirror, my mirror, why, oh, why? Why do you make me so pretty? Did you think it would help? It didn’t.

Broken pieces

on the floor,

I don’t feel pretty

anymore.

He came to me

with his goofy smile

and made me feel

really worth while.

His quiet wisdom

and shy looks

and kind words

and stacks of books

gave me meaning

beyond my face.

My reflection

has gone to waste.

Broken pieces

at my feet,

I feel loved.

I feel complete.

Mirror, mirror,

on the floor,

I don’t feel pretty

anymore.

He makes me feel

beautiful.