I don't know why I have friends
I am too ugly.
I still shock myself,
Who I see in the mirror though,
It's not who I am.
I promise my soul is not that ugly,
I wish everyone was faceless
And we all fell in love with souls
Instead of faces and bodies.
Because I still think of our heads close
And his arms around me
I closed my eyes and wanted to remember
Exactly how I felt
Because I know
I can never have that for real.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
