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My reflection
tonight my reflection
is my enemy
but that is ok
tomorrow I'll make peace
but that is another day
Tonight I can't find beauty
in her smile in her eyes
and she looks back so sadly
her face reflecting mine.
Tonight every imperfection
every inch or pound gained
seems a condemning finger pointing
my way.
is my enemy
but that is ok
tomorrow I'll make peace
but that is another day
Tonight I can't find beauty
in her smile in her eyes
and she looks back so sadly
her face reflecting mine.
Tonight every imperfection
every inch or pound gained
seems a condemning finger pointing
my way.
Published 14th Jul 2014
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14th Jul 2014 2:12am
Sad poem...I've known several people like this who couldn't see the beauty in themselves(physical or otherwise) and they are/were such wonderful people.
"I spit on the fact
that neither Homer or Ovid
invented characters like us,
pock marked with soot.
I know
the sun would dim on seeing the gold fields of our souls"
--Vladimir Mayakovski
"I spit on the fact
that neither Homer or Ovid
invented characters like us,
pock marked with soot.
I know
the sun would dim on seeing the gold fields of our souls"
--Vladimir Mayakovski
