My Reflection
Clear, smooth, cold I feel as I touch the window.
Looking back at me I see a face, my face.
Going over every detail as if it were someone else, someone so much more beautiful than I.
Bright blue eyes full of life staring back at me.
Dark black hair pooling, hitting my waist.
Pale skin contrasting my dark hair.
Peering past myself I see the rain dripping down the window.
Watching as one drop joins another.
But I focus back on me.
Staring at my reflection again I come to the conclusion that I, myself, me, am beautiful and unique in my own way.
A/N: I know this poem sucks but my best friend is making do this so i will update next week on Tuesday again. And if you couldn't tell this poem is about staring at your reflection in a window.
04-14-15
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Thơ CaI just made this because my best friend made me so you don't have to vote like or comment if you don't want to. But its appreciated. Thanks
