I once knew a girl
who was imperfect as can be.
Her wild mess of hair
was all that she could see.
Her skin was way too dark
and her cheeks extremely pale
The worst she thought of her
was that number on the scale.
I once knew a girl
who was imperfect as can be.
Her eyes lit up the room
helping other ones to see.
Her laugh was light and clear,
a bright melody.
That girl I once knew
was actually me.
YOU ARE READING
A Peek Through My Eyes 🗸
Poetry"she writes when broken and lost inside, hoping the ones she love read between the lines" Cover by TheGreatSphinx ︱Honorable Mention (3rd) in The Rhapsody Awards︱
