Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
As i look myself at the mirror,
I see myself as an error.
Living through life with a void,
Sucking me deep that I can’t avoid.
Girl with a perfect shape of hips,
Why torture yourself for more?
When you can outrun a war with your lips,
And be called an amour.
Girl born with the perfect hair,
Your beauty shouts you are fairer.
With your body shape,an hour glass,
Your presence itself brings a blast.
Tell me, girl in the mirror
Is it enough?
To see yourself as an error,
Or was it all a bluff?