Uni brows and cut eyebrows,
which never felt ashamed of themselves,
The random stroke of paint,
danced freely on the canvas,
That tempting chocolate you brought,
melted on your hands,
That hairdo they appreciated,
was a messy bun,
Remember when you kept,
that uneven shaped leaf during autumn?
The belly that makes you
look like a cushion,
has never felt guilty of herself.
The crack on that wall
that gave way to sunlight,
beautified your bookshelf.
Your broken heart too,
made you more merciful
Don't you still agree to
" imperfections are beautiful"
-warranium
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BURIED FLOWERS™
Poetry" Like those buried flowers, she hides her beauty under the layers of barbarism The blissful scent within her, puts to trance the shameful devil, cataclysm " - warranium Some lament thoughts...
