The bags are three times larger,
Beautiful eyes once a bright sky blue
Have long turned dull and grey.
Soft hairs that rested at the chin
Now droop down to the shoulders,
Bangs covering an eye.
Pale skin has somehow grown paler,
Lips pulled in a constant frown.
I dread mirrors more than before
As now I can't even see myself,
Just someone's face glancing back at me.
They can't even look me...
I can't even look at me...
I don't even look LIKE me...
But who was "me" to begin with?
~JessTheWolf 🐺
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Mixed Feelings: A Collection of Poems
PoesíaI'm not real good at poetry, so go easy on me. All poems posted in here are mine, so please don't steal them. You can borrow them if you'd like, just make sure you give me credit. I hope you enjoy these probably awful poems ^~^; The cover is also mi...
