When I grow up,
I want to marry
A Hollister model.
Mother says
I should reconsider.
Seriously,
Reconsider.
But deep down,
I know
that's what I want.
Because behind all of
The airbrush
The diets
The workouts
The computer enhancements
There lies,
A woman.
And on that woman,
Somewhere,
there lies
Scar tissue?
A birthmark?
Or worst of all..
A zit.
Somewhere,
On that perfect woman
There lies,
An imperfection.
And that is why I love her.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 11:44 AM UTC
When I grow up,
I want to marry
A Hollister model.
Mother says
I should reconsider.
Seriously,
Reconsider.
But deep down,
I know
that's what I want.
Because behind all of
The airbrush
The diets
The workouts
The computer enhancements
There lies,
A woman.
And on that woman,
Somewhere,
there lies
Scar tissue?
A birthmark?
Or worst of all..
A zit.
Somewhere,
On that perfect woman
There lies,
An imperfection.
And that is why I love her.
Inspired by one of my favorite poems, "Guessing My Death" by CA Conrad.
