What if the mirror was a canvas!
It could wipe all the scars inflicted thus for being a girl,
I Could paint her as humane,
Instead of branding her as a dependant forever,
- Could hammer her into shape with boister,
- Could imprint the feudal vanity of lords,
And bruises of civilization left on her,
- would conceal all my scars with Maybelline or L 'oreal,
Perhaps implant a rose in my cheeks and your favourite Lily on my bun,
I would throw some glitter and highlighter on the face to rekindle the lustre,
Perhaps i would mask the the dark circle with starry nights,
-to wipe those layers that thickened my cheeks for tearful and endless nights.
What if the mirror was a canvas?
I would chisel a slim body with curves on the right edges with all its ports,
Maybe i would use all the colors in my palette to vanquish the darkness that pervades her,
I would paint a lady, no better than my reflection.
Maybe she will the person you might love!
What if is the mirror was a canvas
I could still paint my love..
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Silent Girl's Poetry
PoetryI am never serious. I am always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold-hearted. I am like a collection of paradoxes.
