unreal
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Fresh 16 my life was great, license, car, fuel in my tank.A simple question asked of my mother flipped my world like to fucking otherHer eyes told me the answer, the one I did not want to hearand this began the best and yet worst of my yearTo the
Frantically sinking into the Sea of Death
Trying to catch a single breath
A breath of life
That--- for a moment--- can take away the constant strife
My hair is long, which is nice, but I have too many split ends,
My natural hair is wavy, not straight like theirs in my defense,
I’m short, I could never be a model, I don’t have the body for that,
Crystal rose,
You reflect light so beautifully,
But how does it feel to have petals of stone and not of felt?
To hold no fragrance,
To not sway melodically in the winds’ breeze,
To only be a sturdy copy?
When I look
at their faces,
Drenched in perfection,
When I flip the pages,
I look into their eyes,
like they're masked in disguise,
they look so ideal,
This cannot be real,
The way he makes me feel
The feeling is unreal
He makes me feel pretty
He's not the one I imagined
But still he makes my heart flutter
The way he stares at me is not uncomfortable
