Let The Mind Be The Judge Of That
I thought it was what I wanted to see.
Though all I wanted was to run and flee.
Turned back and forth,
side to side.
What I saw was what I wanted to hide.
It shifted...deformed, it was no longer a hideous storm.
The skin glowed bright, everything so right.
Every shape chiseled tight, every women should have freight.
How long will it last? Well, only a couple minutes blast.
Enjoy it while you can, but just remember, the mirror always stands.
This poem is about:
Me