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I am in room of curved mirrors.
Where ever looks it's wry and curvy.
Like life is made from pieces of the mirror.
Some grining in grimace.
Some twisting in the pain
Some sprawling in the smile of happiness.
Some sad, some sick, some mad.
Whole life reflected in curved mirrors.
amme Jul 12
Do I look fat in this?
Only if your perspective is curved.

Do you really like to kiss my thin lips?
More than anything on this earth.

Do my wrinkles bother you?
That's something I never even observed.
Besides, the mark of a face lift would be something you don't deserve.

Understand that
I wouldn't trade one of your fingertips for the whole wide world.
Eiler Jun 2016
This is why the world is curved;
So we cannot see too far down our path -
enabling us to discover our surroundings,
and enjoy it's flowers.
i May 2014
i like the way
he smokes his cigarettes,
a puff of smoke
coming out of
his curved lips,
lips that
give me a wicked
smile before
walking away
without a word,
and i am left once
again, imagining
of seeing him again,
and gathering some
courage to tell him
everything,
but that courage
disappears everytime
he appears in front
of me, with another
lit cigarette, and
another wicked smile.
i love him no matter what.

— The End —