I saw a girl on the internet.
She had blonde hair.
I wanted my mind to be as golden as her hair.
I wanted my heart to be as loving as hers,
But dear God, I didn't realize how lucky I am to be me.
I'm just as wonderful as she is.
Although my mind is a starfish and hers is a dove, my heart is still as glittered as the shining sun.
My hair is as brown as the trees.
I don't care if I don't have blue eyes.
I know Jesus loves me for me.
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Gentle Readiness // Original Poetry by fmlency
PoesíaThe human soul is fragile. Although, being fragile is what makes us human. These are thoughts. Some are poems. Some are personal, some are random- Just enjoy.
