she
tried to keep her appearance
flawless and smooth like a shiny
new Ferrari, but something
would always wrinkle her lines
like fingerprints left behind
on clean windows, she could
never achieve perfection
flawless and smooth like a shiny
new Ferrari, but something
would always wrinkle her lines
like fingerprints left behind
on clean windows, she could
never achieve perfection
- Written for Twiglets #233 - like fingerprints
A perfect poem though!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, Arcadia!
ReplyDeleteThank you ladies :)
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem and who wants to be a Ferrari when being yourself is so much better!
ReplyDeletePerfection's a myth anyway, so...
ReplyDeleteFine work!
At least she's got some fingerprints...
ReplyDeleteMaybe she'll grow into accepting herself.
~Jules (from WP)
Thank you Debi, Ron and Jules
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