She studies the mirror like a painting. Her eyes trace every line, blemish and scar. Trying to find the beauty. But no matter how hard can't see it. No matter how many tell her, she's beautiful and worthy.
By Jennifer Lynn4 years ago in Poets
The Purple Elephant He stomped his feet and roared in anger, desperately trying to get their attention. He didn't understand why they never acknowledged his existence.
Please don't forget me My mind clouds and my thoughts are scrambled. And I struggling to remember Please don't forget me
The wild horse One that wants to run free But Is now trapped They took away it' freedom They locked it up and said it was for its own good