Every day she's told she's beautiful-beautiful like a blooming rose. She's told her crystal blue eyes are unique and bright-bright like the whitest light. She's told her skin is as soft as a baby- a baby falling asleep in the night. A beautiful blooming rose, but not quite.
Every day she is reminded of the dance that's so wonderful-wonderful like the morning on Christmas day. She's told she will be asked to the dance by a boy so handsome-handsome like the morning light. She's told she's going to have so much fun-fun like dancing in the rain at midnight. A beautiful blooming rose, but not quite.
Every night she's told herself she's horrid-horrid like a rotting corpse. She tells herself her crystal blue eyes are that of a monster-a monster so hideous to only be seen at night. She tells herself her body is unseemly and unsettling in the daylight. A beautiful blooming rose, but not quite.
Every night she reminds herself that her mind is dark-dark like the darkest night. She tells herself that she's unwanted and abandoned-abandoned like an old home that's no longer a delight. She tells herself that she's alone and lost-lost like a puppy who ran away from a dogfight. A beautiful blooming rose, but not quite.
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Feeling Flowers
PoetryThis book has many poems that I have made. It contains both beautiful, sad, happy, and dark thoughts or feelings one would have. One would feel.
