Looking in the mirror,
I see everything about me that I want to change.
I see the freckles covering my face,
My brunette hair that I wish was as shiny as hers.
I see how my smile is slightly uneven,
And I see my eyes.
My eyes,
The eyes that everyone says are so beautiful.
Bright blueish green with a dark fleck of deep brown.
But the way I see them,
They are the only window into my soul,
The only way someone can truly see how much I'm suffering.
I see all the flaws,
My freckles,
My hair,
My smile
...My eyes.
And I wonder,
Will anyone every love me?
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PoetryHighest - #36 in Poetry "Not only did I love her, but I could tell the universe loved her, too. More than others. She was different. After all, I would be a fool not to notice the way the sunshine played with her hair." -Christ...
