When they touch,
When he thinks of her,
His heart skips a beat,
But there's a blur,
Something's missing,
In her smile,
He looks at her,
Seems like she hasn't smiled in a while,
He takes a step forward,
Caresses her cheek,
Asks her what's wrong,
"Why haven't you smiled for how long?"
A tear escapes her eye,
Catched before it falls,
She blurts out,
Her face blank, not even a pout,
"I'm ugly, I'm fat,"
Shutting her up, he adds,
"You're not, you're perfect,
Anyone disagrees, they're not worth it!"
He brainstorms for a minute,
Adds these words,
"If the body and the face,
Were all that matters in the human race,
Why would the soul rise in the sky,
And the body be burried?"
His words made sense,
In his arms, she became less tense.
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Inside-outs & where-abouts
PoetryHello everyone, this is a collection of poems which I wrote by myself. I don't know if you guys will like it but I hope you do. Please do not copy one of them, if you want to repost anything just tell me or atleast give me credit for it. Xoxo, nour...
