She smiled in the mirror,
Just to practice the feeling,
The caverns on her cheeks,
The mountains below her eyes.
Trying to map out the mystery,
To see the beauty that had always,
Been masked by words,
Swirling in her head.
It'll take awhile,
But she'll see, eventually,
She's as beautiful as everyone,
Had told her she was.
YOU ARE READING
Hair Dye
PoetryA book of poems made from the darkest parts of my head to the lightest parts of my heart.
