Walk up to a mirror and accept the relfection
it is a limited yet a keen section.
The time frame could be considered an advection
because when you'd steal a glimpse, your dissatisfaction would turn into the most beautiful source of affection.
You'd smile, and it is the best of your collection
your fingers would graze over your flaws but you'll urge to feel your complexion.
Your thoughts and practices would be gathered into a confection;
it would all float above your head as a halo and your ego would make a powerful connection.
Statement or correction?
your soul would make a decision or perhaps maybe a defection.
Allow your cold fingers to take a feel of your skin that is a sign of detection
it would end up streaming onto a single yet wise direction...
When you would accept yourself after losing yourself to the unethical dissection,
the beauty in your cries will be given out as a euphoric ejection.
If you were a candidate in an election,
competition takes over and mesmirizes the sight of a dealt infection.
Pain is an injection;
it takes two pinches and peers to share a delight to an inspection.
You smile because it is true but you soon scream the word, "objection, objection!"
You are a lovely being with a face that projects nonetheless but perfection.
I love you, accept it. Please do not fear rejection
because this isn't a contest of selection.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
