So perfect, but imperfect
she silently waits for her
transformation
Sighs counting the minutes
that feel like hours
just wanting to be beautiful
like the others
Until that moment comes
and life seems bright
but she will never see
how beautiful she is..
YOU ARE READING
Her
PoetryShe was like art and art wasnt supposed to be beautiful, it was supposed to make you feel something. Thats the reason why she deserves a book, to feel loved.. to know she is worth.
