Oh my, oh my.
Look what we have here?
A pretty little face.
A teeny tiny waist.
And a perfected look of innocence.
My dear, my dear.
Tell me what we have here.
Flawless skin.
Puckered lips.
And big round doe eyes filled with wonder.
Oh love, oh love.
Who is this for?
Powdered face.
Accentuated waist.
And smooth legs that go on for days.
My sweet, my sweet.
Tell me who this is for.
Short skirt.
Low top.
And stiletto heels to complete.
Oh honey, oh honey.
You think this is pretty?
Cracked foundation.
Chest deflation.
And hair sprayed hair as hard as concrete.
My gosh, my gosh.
Don't tell me you think this is pretty.
Artificial skin.
Artificial heart.
And a matching rotten personality.
Oh my, oh my.
Are your parents proud of you?
If so.
Please know.
Artificial beauty breaks away with age.
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All My Thoughts I Never Shared
PoetryA compilation of all the things I've ever thought or felt, written out. Hopefully, someone reads something they can relate to. And hopefully, it'll brighten their day, or at least make them feel less alone. All the poems you read here were written b...
