Will I ever love her?
She stares back inverted,
Eyes small and nose big,
She's not pretty.
She's hard to convince,
In loving the uneven smile,
That stretches across,
Her face, she tries.
Her love is beneath,
The scratching surface,
She will learn to accept,
Beauty within herself.
- 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜
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Falling
RandomWe fall and fall, over again. Our wishfulness leaves us broken to the idea of finding what can be ours. And the faulty steps before makes us doubtful of the next steps that could be solid. Some randoms thoughts that consume me. The good, the bad and...
