Flawed.
The mirror shows generous lips,
Why does my forehead protrude?
Oh! The way the crooked nose dips,
Hell, that beach-body is so rude.
But darling, it doesn't matter,
Made each in our own special brands,
None can compare, don't be dander,
Perfectly moulded by capable hands.
Don't crave the beauty lists,
We're painted by the most talented,
Frankly in life, no finer work exists,
An A-list here for the perfectly flawed
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Poetry{ Featured in WP Poetry : 24 Aug 2018 } This one is to both sides of the coin, where there's a head and a tail. To every positive side there's a flip side. This is the yin to my yang. The good of the ugly. The beauty of the beast. The heaven to the...
