she was a beauty
the kind you saw in movies
with her bleach blonde hair
and radiant blue eyes
her plump red lips
a work of art in disguise.
Because under her double d's
laid an ugly soul
nesting in her dried up home,
but that didn't matter,
to the boys around her.
She was a sight indeed,
but fake to the core,
still she was the one,
that boys adored.
But there was an outcast nerd,
who hid under
thick rimmed glasses
and an abundant book,
whose dark brown eyes
drew you in and took
you to beautiful skies.
Her heart was gold,
but sad you see,
because they looked at her
but not at me.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Glass
PoetryWhen everything is broken, and all the mirrors are destroyed, your wrist are cut open there are your thoughts that you wish to avoid. When everything is falling apart, and you long for this time to pass, you lie there with a torn up heart and st...
