What if I just sit here. What am I worth then?
The Edge of Golden
Here be new eyes, my dear
Cheeks
I wake up and look in the mirror Cringe at the disheveled sight Every imperfection Blemished cheeks and bloodshot eyes My every critique Every Part Of Me Has me screaming My nose grows Every line in my face now creasing So seemingly Devoid of beauty, destined to be the beast... So I step back And... Continue Reading →