There are questions that haunt me.
What is beauty?
What is beautiful?
Would I be considered beautiful?
Is beauty how she looks?
Or is it how she acts?
Is it the way she portray herself?
Is it the way people portray her?
Is it the way she walks?
Is it the way she talks?
Is it the clothes she wear?
Is it the attitude she bears?
Is it the shoes she own?
Is is the place she call home?
Is it the car she drives?
Is it the way she stays on people minds?
Is it the way she takes her pictures?
Is it the amount of followers she has on twitter?
Is it the color of her skin?
Is it the size of her lips?
Is it her eyes?
Is it her eye color?
Is it because she has braces?
Or is it because her teeth are straight?
Is it because she wears make-up?
Is it because she has her nails done?
Is it the talents she has?
Is it because of her hand bags?
Can somebody explain to me
What beauty is?
Is it any of the things I named?
People ask me what makes me beautiful?
But i don't even know what beauty is.
Am I ever going to be able
To answer that question?
People try to tell me what it is.
But stumble over their own words.
Can you tell me what makes you beautiful?
Can you tell me what makes your girl beautiful?
Would I be considered beautiful?
But what makes me beautiful?
There are questions that haunt me.
What is beauty?
What is beautiful?
Would I ever be considered beautiful?
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Perfection
PuisiThese are a few poems that i had hidden in my inventory that i stumbled across. Some are really old and other are fairly new. But all in all they are all apart of my flawed perfections.
