Beauty
Dinonymous
Shame,
lame.
Herself
that she doubts-
smudged by lovely flaws.
She loathes a messy heartfelt prose.
She's insecure of beauty she has not figured out,
For she long to be one with world, what she knows not is acceptance is never a must.
She loathes her face, herbs, color's hue and her music-she wants to be beautiful. But what she knows not is 'beauty means being true to yourself'.
#LostInWords
A/N:
This poem is called a Fibonacci Poem which contains verses whose syllables were summed syllable count of the two preceding lines.
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