My bathroom mirror misses me.
It misses how i would spend hours looking at it,
When really my eyes were diverted at my own self.
Picking pimples, getting hyper-pigmentation, frowning.
Now I look, smile, and walk away.
I don't need to stare and find flaws in the mirror.
Finding peace in the beauty I see in that mirror.
And my mirror is upset that I spend so little time.
When really it should be proud.
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
PoetryThis is a poetry book, it talks about lovers, it talks about everyday situations, it talks about love and the pain accompanied by it; It can break your heart or build it. Take the time to understand this poetry book and its effortless simplicity and...
