She is the perfect girl.
Blonde hair, blue eyes,
Wait
You prefer brunettes?
With green eyes?
That's not a problem.
She can morph herself into anything you desire.
Any shape, any size, doesn't matter.
Just don't let her gaze into a mirror,
Not a puddle, either...
She mustn't see her reflection.
You see,
She can please just about anyone with her looks,
Anyone, but herself.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by Kris
PoetryA collection of poems about various characters from my books. (Not yet published).
