It's a tragedy
You gaze into green eyes
Upon curves and stretch marks,
Onto a battlefield of scars,
Weilding two calloused hands,
A pair of average ears
All topped off with a crooked smile
A person you've liked, loved
Stares back from the blunt glass mirror
That person, you, is me.
It's a tragedy
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 5:28 PM UTC
It's a tragedy
You gaze into green eyes
Upon curves and stretch marks,
Onto a battlefield of scars,
Weilding two calloused hands,
A pair of average ears
All topped off with a crooked smile
A person you've liked, loved
Stares back from the blunt glass mirror
That person, you, is me.
It's a tragedy
