A curve defines its shaping
it interprets a beauty.
Shivers work down its lane
for it has shown its purity.
It has grown its image
because it establishes such an outlining of a silhouette.
When was the last time I saw a vision?
It wasn't what I determined for but it seemed to be a trace aback.
Sheltering is bound to become an intention to voice
being precious seems to squeeze the pain and configure its backlash.
Recoil your doubts
and love your little marks and cuts.
Quit the immoral vengeance
and build your own house.
Whether its by say, idea, or being pursued as a serious thought
you may not easily feel at ease
or accept failure as a trait
or yet find anothe excuse.
Corners, edges, or roundednes...
it buils a form;
it recreates a mentality;
it refurbishes one's mind.
Love your silhouette
Your outline
Your graphs,
Just love it all.
It's your silhouette that follows you
not your demons.
Love yourself for who you are
not
what others
want you to be.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁