She stood there
the wet hairs falling down her back,
the messy kohl lined eyes staring back at her
the over sized tee soaking in the curves and crevices of the weight she carries within herself
She gazed at herself
She was the unconventional beauty
she was a flame
a bonfire
she was a revolution of love.
A silenced desire?
People leave the unconventional thing amidst ..
So was she, alone,rejected,misunderstood,"un-loved"
everyday left her floored
but still,still she never stopped reaching the glory of self-love
wanting to be her own muse
writing poems to herself....
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