You say you hate your freckles.
But I've never heard anyone complain,
about having a cupcake with sprinkles.
And not once has the sky proclaimed,
it's ashamed
of it's stars.
-love letters to my mirror
YOU ARE READING
What We Wouldn't Say Aloud
PoetryAnd it's in these moments, when all we can do is feel that one begins to whisper words into paper.
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You say you hate your freckles.
But I've never heard anyone complain,
about having a cupcake with sprinkles.
And not once has the sky proclaimed,
it's ashamed
of it's stars.
-love letters to my mirror