Look at me, I'm womanly.
My hips are the same size as my bust.
look at me, I'm womanly,
60 years ago my body is one young men would lust.
look at me I'm womanly,
I get creases around my eyes.
look at me, I'm womanly,
my thighs aren't the desired size.
look at me, I'm womanly,
and I shall never be stick thin.
but to me that doesn't matter,
because the most beautiful things come from within.

I'm going to the city tomorrow,
where I will wander,
and dream,
and long for things to come,
eat bread I wouldn't otherwise eat,
feel the warmth of the glow on my face,
strolling carelessly,
a child once more at Disney,
nervous again as I add unfamiliar currency,
lost, but the nice kind,
talking to people in all the right ways,
falling more in love,
and hoping more than I ever have.

emotions are as if a current,
far out to shore,
sometimes they can't be seen,
by the eye alone,
or the best telescope on earth,
but sadness is lurking,
in the reefs of the ocean,
and suddenly,
the moon sweeps them in,
from safety to drenched in no time at all,
bone dry to stood shaking,
moments it can take to change,
from content,
to lost.

eyes help me to see,
qualities no body else could,
whether they're sparkling as the stars,
or like yours, the colour of falton wood.

they're a small port hole,
into the depths,
and yours my darling,
leave me without breaths.

they're more than just a feature,
a distinct part of your soul.
the colour of them perfect,
sure to never grow old.

It's sad when you can tell,
that a person is holding back tears
and longing for them not to show.

It's so hard not to notice a person in trouble,
even though they often fight so hard.

The purple below sunken eyes,
showing the dreams that had been pulled from their grasp.

cold trembling hands,
resembling how they once held on too tight.

deteriorating bodies,
yet buzzing thoughts,
somehow keeping them alive.

skin a soft grey,
hair a tousled mess showing how much they have become untamed.

unsatisfied people,
who hold on despite there not being much

mirror, mirror on the wall,
am I lovable at all?

do you think someone could look past
all the flaws that I've always had?

will they admire my hair,
and tell me that they care?

will he hold my skin,
and tell me my beauty isn't just from within?

mirror mirror
that hangs on the wall,
of course they won't,
I'm such a fool.

it's weird how we used to talk all of the time,
but now there are large gaps and you no longer feel mine.

was I too much?
are you afraid to attach?
or did you just stop suffering from lust?

I want to spend my day only with you,
to do the things that lovers do.

This is not a poem,
I'll clarify before you ask.

This is merely just my thoughts,
written with the enter key between.

Most of us never appreciate,
how lovely the things in life can be.

When the sun goes for a while,
and then it greets the sea.

for example, the comforting smile,
after a million tears have been shed.

another is the way,
a loyal pet awaits you for bed.

the list could continue,
and it could overflow with emotion,
but for a moment this time is just for you,
to reflect on each good decision.

everything you have done right,
as well as the beautiful moments,
that often slip completely out of sight.

I sometimes get a message,
especially from your name.

I often read it several times,
and contemplate as to why.

Why do you keep sending?
Why can't I let go?
Why do I still keep them?
Why do you mean so very much to me?
And why do I still try?

All these questions I can never speak aloud,
bet secretly,
very deep down,
I know the answer to them all,
It's because,
from the very first word you had me completely enthralled.