walking down the street
I see this boy;
goregous
laden with muscles
his glistening white teeth reflecting his beauty.
I am rid of words to describe him
for my vocabulary bank has just withered.
Cheesy and overused it may sound,
but I think,
he's
perfect.
I look at the mirror
and all I see are wide hips,
thighs that probably have pigs in them,
and a face that makes me want to punch the mirror.
I think of him,
and I ask myself,
"why am I so ugly?"
(d.b.)
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 9:55 AM UTC
walking down the street
I see this boy;
goregous
laden with muscles
his glistening white teeth reflecting his beauty.
I am rid of words to describe him
for my vocabulary bank has just withered.
Cheesy and overused it may sound,
but I think,
he's
perfect.
I look at the mirror
and all I see are wide hips,
thighs that probably have pigs in them,
and a face that makes me want to punch the mirror.
I think of him,
and I ask myself,
"why am I so ugly?"
(d.b.)
Just something that I have been feeling.