12:17 pm / july 8
i sat looking out the window
watching the aftermath of
the storm. the raindrops
slipping down the glass,
the puddles glistening as
the sun beamed down at the
children jumping in them,
and that small strip of the
rainbow peeking through
the clouds. the world was
at peace at that moment
and it was so beautiful.
i wished i could be that
beautiful, as i stared
at myself in the mirror
with my plain brown eyes
that never shined in the light
only the non shredding tears
could be shown
my short frizzy hair
that never could be tamed
my worst trait of me
and my uneven lips
that nobody wanted anymore
nobody wanted a boring
ugly girl
please tell me sun, why couldn't
i be as beautiful as the aftermath
of a storm ?
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YOU ARE READING
sunny mornings
PoetryBOOK ONE "in between 5:46 am - 8:30 pm , i only thought about shattered mirrors, fallen families, and pity faces"
