I was staring Beauty at its eyes
and it gave me a glance of confusion.
May it be thinking I am beautiful?
Maybe it feels ugly all in all.
What if Beauty does not have a mirror
or what if beauty doesn't mean anything to it?
Does Beauty even exist?
I look again and now it is blurry,
I think it is gone.
I turn to Ugliness then and I see myself.
I smile though and Ugliness fades away.
A third time I look and now
I see just me, just people.
A world of happiness.
"Like" is not friends with the mirror anymore
and it is not measurable,
you just like and that's all.
Believe or not.
You can feel and can love
in a way you don't know.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Light and Darkness
Poesiewell, these are my poems, I hope you enjoy them. I chose the tiger for the cover because of William Blake's poem, which is such an special poem for me. I'm just starting writing on wattpad and I'm new too writing poems in English, which is not my na...
