It's so ugly she says
The wrinkles on my face
I look so old.
I turn my head to where she sits
She's sipping a red wine that makes her skin start to splotch
And I notice the creases in her face
And realize they tell a story
Her story
A story that gives me hope
Because her face,
Despite the horrible things that happened in her life,
Shows happiness
She's not old
She's not wrinkled
She's not defined by her age
She's define by her character
And she's beautiful
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:09 AM UTC
It's so ugly she says
The wrinkles on my face
I look so old.
I turn my head to where she sits
She's sipping a red wine that makes her skin start to splotch
And I notice the creases in her face
And realize they tell a story
Her story
A story that gives me hope
Because her face,
Despite the horrible things that happened in her life,
Shows happiness
She's not old
She's not wrinkled
She's not defined by her age
She's define by her character
And she's beautiful
