Her
Pictures for her forever ideal,
pictures of me I wish weren't real.
Longing tears on a broken mirror,
You'd agree if you could see her.
Hurtful eyes I wish were blind,
A distorted image stuck in my mind.
Her perfect walk her perfect smile,
My awkward stance my terrible style.
Her perfect laugh her perfect face,
When it comes to myself everything I'd erase.
Copyright © Eve Heintzelman | Year Posted 2024
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