What does physical beauty really mean?
Is it the scarcity of flaws containing your skin?
Or
Is it the way you carry yourself
No matter how numerous your flaws are?
She is a flower
And again, she is a late bloomer
And I think she knew the answer
But Insecurity continually stops her
From blooming and it wouldn't surrender.
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Late Bloomer
PoetryShe was like the moon. Part of her was always hidden away. [collection of poems]
