The Goods And The Bads With No Filter

A smile with a slight crooked tooth

Hair that which curls turn to a frizz

Eyes the color of burning wood

Skin that breaks out with gross pimples

 

A smile that is contagious

Hair that would rather stay in a pony tail

Eyes that capture the light with a glow

Skin that  has feckles that are adored

 

A smile that masks my emotions

Hair that covers my face when i want to be alone

Eyes that leaks tears after a hard day

Skin covered by makeup to hide imperfections

 

A smile that I love to share

Hair that is like my mothers

Eyes that captured the heart of a boy

Skin that glows red from laughing to hard

This poem is about: 
Me

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