She's wrecked like crazy
By someone oblivious of her beauty
What's worse is she turned into somebody
You won't recognize the facade
That covers her whole personality
Now she's not an ordinary lady
Who used to be a fan of fairy tales and sweet candies
Eyeliners and cigarettes are her new allies
She thinks people will admire
The type of person she preferred to be
However, she doesn't look happy
Adorned with makeup,
might be loved by many
Except for the person behind her transformation
Her presence isn't felt
Is love really blind?
Or he just doesn't mind?
YOU ARE READING
Racing Thoughts
PoesíaAll the Little Thoughts was the first poetry book that I published here. I tried to submit it to a publishing house, hoping to be considered. Unfortunately, I've received the saddest email today informing me that my manuscript was not chosen. The fi...
