I would have been afraid of my gluttony
if I were you.
I look at myself in reflections and think
"How scarry can a body become?
How ugly can be anyone?"
But you passed right through the
garden of my insecurities.
Making me feel like Snow White,
and you, the Prince's kiss.
You say you don't care.
I know you do,
because if you didn't,
you won't try and make me feel beautiful.
Yes, you make me feel beautiful.
The marks on my face
becomes my past that simply fades.
The lumps on my belly
becomes a part of my body,
a unique grace.
You are the one who make me feel
such feelings that I never realised I could.
When you say you love me,
I feel a little sorry but your love conquers
even the places where my regrets stood.
I see our love story rise
as the sun rising from the east.
Like a tale as old as time,
a song as old as rhyme.
Beauty and the Beast.
I pinch myself
when such pretty eyes
looks at ones like mine,
and still doesn't blink yet stare
as though lost in my universe inside;
And it hurts.
I see you fluttered
everytime we meet on the road;
unknowingly both our paths when cross,
you look so happy to be with me.
I thank God
for creating me such fate,
disregarding my body shape
and the deadly acid attack,
to this now.
When you fell in love with me
with all my mistakes.
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PoetryI have some things in my mind that I still don't know about. Sometimes they just come out as words through a pen on a page (or in my notes app too). But yeah, if you, by a needle in a hay chance, have read the (deleted)poem book I wrote before this...
