Perfect.
That's what you are.
You cook.
You clean.
You never complain.
I burn the food.
My house is a mess.
And nagging is my voice.
You eat what you want,
but still you're thin.
How?
I eat small,
yet I'm still big.
Why?
Flawed.
That's what I am.
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Poetry of Colors
Poesía#colormenovember Every day of November I'll write a poem based off a color. Idea is by @aries_34 Cover by @Crazyfrsims
