Her skin had flaws of tiny bumps and red marks
Though many didn't notice, she often did.
But still, she didn't allow these little marks to define her
Or sway away at her self esteem;
Sway at the confidence she held.
Her smile was flawed, each tooth on the bottom row of her jaw a tad out of place,
Yet still, her smile was always one of the brightest.
Her eyes, a mixed kind of blue that truly defined the ocean.
Typically blue, but depending on the weather mixed from faded greens to deep grays.
And, her lips. A tad chapped, but always pink, and always tasting of lemon and honey.
Dec. 2017
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Ache & After
PoésieIn this poignant collection, the author navigates the raw, unspoken moments of life-capturing the depths of sadness, the complexity of love, and the painful beauty of heartbreak. Through short stories and heartfelt poetry, the book explores the stru...
