She is sunburnt.
And her blemishes are blisters
That has popped on her
Beautiful wrinkled skin.
The white lines are the contour
Of her face.
And short lines are freckles
And her eyes.
Double short lines are the bridge
Of her nose
And long double lines,
That last for miles,
Is her smile.
Hello everyone. New here. I hope I fit in nicely and that you all enjoy the words I have put together. This isn't the first poem I have posted, but the second and I figured I'd leave a little note saying hi. So, Hi! Not all of my poems are amazing, but I'm working on it and I hope you support me in that :)
