One next to the nose, the other nearly scraping the hairline
Both uneven, a world between them
One bulges outward, the other seems to be mostly concealed
Both extremes, neither perfect
Two eyes, none of them symmetrical in other way
But in our similar, distorted eyes we perceive other's as lines up, perfectly stationed
Sometimes our eyes imagine too well that we are unable to see our own beauty
Other moments everyone seems worse, our eyes describe them as lower beings
Never a true peace in how we truly look, or how we are perceived
Two humans, neither perfect
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Poetry
PoetryPoems I write because I decided not to make a million books! Some will stay as individual books though (: The cover is my awesome quill edited a lot! Thanks for reading tell me how you feel!
