There she sat.
With her adorable sparkly eyes
Glued on what she was beholding.
It had long silky blonde hair, and forever glistening smile. With a small, tiny waist hugged by a pretty pink dress.
It's beauty was unimaginable.
Too much that it captivated her eyes.
Little did she know, that it was made out of
Plastic.
Little did she know that
Beauty can be fake.
YOU ARE READING
Portraits of her heart
PoesiaTo all poet enthusiasts, well this is for you. This lovely book is a third person narrative, and yes it's full of poetry whereby you find romance, somber, melancholy, hurt, ecstasy, love, affection, fondness, remorse and a whole lot more. So please...
