beautiful.

Posted on 3 May 2016 by what sandra thinks

beautiful.

eyes in the mirror
smile on my face
fingers through my hair
lovely dress
brand new heels
just right
then you appear
your eyes
pass over me
so quickly
you don’t see me
but you say
you look nice
no I don’t
you are blind
and I am
beautiful
messy heart.

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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19 Responses to beautiful.

  1. ladieswholunchreviews says:
    3 May 2016 at 7:53 am

    He’s an idiot and you are beautiful!

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  2. The Great J says:
    3 May 2016 at 7:57 am

    Yes. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.

    Liked by 1 person

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  3. Dr Meg Sorick says:
    3 May 2016 at 8:59 am

    Well of course you are beautiful! Our men sometimes forget we need to hear it.

    Liked by 1 person

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  4. sonofabeach96 says:
    3 May 2016 at 9:37 am

    That made me a bit sad. 😕

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply
  5. thelonelyauthorblog says:
    3 May 2016 at 1:12 pm

    Bravo. This was really good.

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply
  6. Marquessa says:
    3 May 2016 at 5:37 pm

    BEAUTIFULLY BEAUTIFUL!

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

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