I am a beast that has no beauty. I am a shoe no foot would fit in. I am a frog nobody would want to kiss; a rotten apple even the insects wouldn't bother to eat.
But I still made it. How?
By deciding to be my own knight in shining armor and believe me, I was never been this happy.
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
