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I wrote this a while back, I kinda like it I suppose.
Gracefully and flawlessly,
She raised her neck to the skies,
A back problem in disguise
Of perfection.
She turned to me and smiled once,
Her hair aflame against her skin
Of melted cameo.
As she passed I strained to smell,
The waft she would leave behind,
She smelt of innocence,
And cleanliness,
Both of which I would never embody.
I felt special to exist on the same plane,
As something so perfect,
And even more special was the fact
She thought I was beautiful,
I, beautiful.
The personification of beauty had entitled me so.
She always left me in ecstasy,
She always left me in confusion,
She still leaves me wishing to forget.
Gracefully and flawlessly,
She raised her neck to the skies,
A back problem in disguise
Of perfection.
She turned to me and smiled once,
Her hair aflame against her skin
Of melted cameo.
As she passed I strained to smell,
The waft she would leave behind,
She smelt of innocence,
And cleanliness,
Both of which I would never embody.
I felt special to exist on the same plane,
As something so perfect,
And even more special was the fact
She thought I was beautiful,
I, beautiful.
The personification of beauty had entitled me so.
She always left me in ecstasy,
She always left me in confusion,
She still leaves me wishing to forget.