“There was this girl who kept counting her flaws since birth, turning a blind eye to all the beauties she beheld. She colored herself as a monster and soon the world, tired of stating otherwise, counted her as one.”
She's an autumn leaf,
blown by a wave of oblivion.
Her beauties in the mirror,
to her eyes become trivial.
She's a storm of imperfections,
glittering solemnly,
destroying all
her potential.
The whispers oozing from the glass,
Tie her heavenly glamour down.
Fog her head with blind thoughts,
that only flaws are left to count.
Because she surrender to the mirror,
Let the flaws take the leash.
She never wanted to consider,
What she beholds
is
hard to reach.
A chaotic mess of beauty,
Crushed down by helpless glass.
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So, here's to the second one. Ik I'm so late and my timings suck but at least I ain't slacking off. (it's said like that right?)
phew *wipes imaginary sweat off*
The Mushy Fact of the day :
Doesn't expecting the unexpected make the unexpected expected and the expected unexpected. (now that one's pretty straight and easy...)
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Nirvana
PoesíaShe sets the ink free, let the pen crawls, and the words flow like a sea. Again, she's lost in her nirvana. #175 in Poetry [28/2/18] #8 in Overthinking #3 in Musings #18 in thinking (out of 1K+) #95 in words (out of 1K+) #373 in poems (out of...
