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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growing pains
PoetryVarious poems of sadness, love, and heartbreak. Short stories of young adult hood, growing mature, and realism of life that society often doesn't prefer to speak of out loud. Learn to grow through the pain.
