all dolled up
to perfection
the love of her life
her reflection
do i look okay?
it asked.
honey,
start writing your epitaph.
no man would want
a girl like you
you smell like old makeup
and cheap shampoo.
it looked into the mirror
no more going out
staying inside, where it can hide
the best choice, without a doubt
she smirked at the thought
it's well deserved pain
an it like that can't be seen
the idea is insane
it retreated to its room,
removing all the traces
no one wants something like you,
only doll faces
YOU ARE READING
poetry from the soul ▪︎ wabi-sabi
PoetryHi loves :) - These are various free-style poems that I write out of hopes for more serenity. Read as you wish ♡
