the other day, the girl on my blue screen said that her life was cursed, despite her allure and foxy eyes.
she was one of the bunnies i wanted to be.
she was the angel i wanted to look like.
she was Aphrodite herself.
even her tears were glistening diamonds on her cheeks.
the slight blush on her face was beckoning.
her beauty was blinding,
even painful to see.
she didn't have problems,
she was Aphrodite after all.
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panacea
Şiirnot completed. panacea (n.) : a remedy for all your troubles. twenty three poems about society's most beautiful tragedies.
