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Michelle May 2015
It wasn’t the way he looked, but the way he talked
Something about him put me in a trance
Never ever paid attention to the way someone walked
He had my head spinning ever since first glance

It wasn’t the way he looked, but the way he smiled
The way I felt with him was undeniable
His hands so soft, like the cheeks of a child
Everything about him made him so reliable

It wasn’t the way he looked, but the way he laughed
His voice so tender like a lullaby
When I heard his voice my mind just crashed
I don't want to hear him say goodbye

It wasn’t the way he looked
But I still became hooked

m.s.
This is the first poem I've ever written, please tell me what you think.
  Jan 2015 Michelle
Raquel Centore
Childhood years full of green grass
A little girl free of care, full of spirit
The mirror was forigen to her gaze

Middle school girl feels abit queer
She found her body to be changing
She feels the mirror’s light stare

High school girl is made of glass
Body stuck in a delusional freeze frame
Everyday she tries to hide what the mirror dreadfully enhances in her eyes

Bathroom visit to throw up her enemy
Gym routines that can't ever be missed
Troubled truly by her magnified flaws

Last summer at home spent in bed
Hospitalized from the demon she let in
Her heart grows so weak, she'd be dead by next week

She breaks all the mirrors that messed with her head
She eats her first meal praying it will stay
She enters her college revivied and refocus on books not just body looks.

Girls you are all beautiful no matter your size.

— The End —