She is beautiful and intelligent with a heart of gold, but she can't see that through the cracked mirror she uses so desperately trying to put the pieces together. With that cracked mirror she will never see her true allure. She doesn't see the beauty of her porcelain skin and dark curls, she doesn't see how utterly amazing she is. She sees an unlovable shell of a person. Her heart is broken and I don't know why, I don't think she knows herself, for that matter. But there is something completely mesmerizing about her, that makes people stop and stare. But she takes the looks as an offense, not seeing that they, as I, am dumbfounded that so much beauty can exist in one single soul.
~This was written for a close friend of mine~
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Kalopsia
Poesiakalopsia (n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. .................... This is just a book with random poems I've written. Hope you enjoy!
