Icing
upon cold death
piercing eyes
that know pain all too well
a voice
undeniable
soft, gentle
yet still finding an edge
you'll find it
you will
your lips
like peaches
each soft
and shimmering
I always wondered
how you could look in mirrors
and say you hate
that you hate what you see
though perhaps it's jealousy
that a mirror could hold it
an image of illustrious beauty
I always wondered
what it was
and I suppose
I always will.
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 1:45 AM UTC
Icing
upon cold death
piercing eyes
that know pain all too well
a voice
undeniable
soft, gentle
yet still finding an edge
you'll find it
you will
your lips
like peaches
each soft
and shimmering
I always wondered
how you could look in mirrors
and say you hate
that you hate what you see
though perhaps it's jealousy
that a mirror could hold it
an image of illustrious beauty
I always wondered
what it was
and I suppose
I always will.
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