Beautiful Me.
Looking at this picture on this cell phone screen.
I can't help, but to close my eyes and dream.
I picture sparkling blue eyes with beautiful brown hair blowing in the wind.
Gorgeous rose petal pink lips with ivory pale skin.
With a height of five eight.
An apparent struggle with my weight.
A blemish or two here and there.
Loads of freckles everywhere!
I don't wear makeup most of the time.
What's the point with a beauty like mine.
The dream spoken of earlier on you see
Wasn't a dream at all, in fact it was me.
Freckles and flaws to no end.
I am beautiful in my own skin.
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