Dark curls, darker eyes.
Snowy skin, tiny size.
Cherry lips and sweet words,
I've never met someone like that girl.Dark hair, glassy eyes.
Pale skin, shrinking size.
Chapped lips and still sweet words,
I've still never met someone sweet as that girl.Limp hair, haunted eyes.
Gaunt skin, dangerous size.
Worn teeth and few words,
I've never met someone broken as that girl.Curled hair and closed eyes,
Made-up skin and wispy size.
Matte lips and no words,
I'll never again meet someone like that girl.
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What I Wish I Could Change
PoetryThis is just a poetry I'm writing so I don't explode.