Not Good Enough

I look in the mirror And what do I see? My crown of brown Speckled with white. Eyes sunken into the skull, Spider webs stretched across my face, Lines around the mouth Where emotions rest – A smile, a frown, a thin line of dissent. Lips that move to soothe, To kiss and caress, Or…

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Retail Therapy

Originally posted on The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch:
Bling me up Coz I can’t think straight. Lace me up In Victoria’s secrets. Those flounces of silk Beckon; I seek refuge In those folds near-divine. I dole out the paper In return for the glam and shine. There’s a truckload of gunk On my wrinkly facade. It…

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