Poems from shiane.salabie
Beauty cannot be measured,
Nor can it possibly be the only thing that matters,
But perception is reality,
And what the human mind believes...
I am a slave to their words,
a mutt in their eyes,
for bastards like me were not meant to survive,
I have the face,
the nose, eyes, and...
He says you're not pretty,
your breasts are too small,
and your butt - nonexistent,
He says you're borderline ugly,
so you believe him,...
My mother always told me "child, don't you cry over spilled milk",
but no one ever said anything about spilled ink,
and the funny thing...