Knee high boots,
Hands by your side.
You open the door,
And take a stride.
Instantly heads turn,
They look a you an awe.
Because you're picture perfect,
The one you can't draw.
The classiest kind of clothes,
Every strand of hair just right.
The one who's cool about everything,
Hosts parties in the night.
Then I snap out of my daydream,
I realize it was all inside my head.
And infact, all this time,
I've been talking to the mirror instead...
~!~Ana
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A Poem Is Worth A Story
PoetryDo you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand word...
