MidasA Poem by Elise D. A simple poem I made for a special someone who picked me up at my lowest.
I hate my hair.
The hair that I'd pull of stress. I hate my face. The face that turns red with sadness. I hate my eyes. The eyes that could water in seconds. I hate my nose. The nose that got red anytime I cried. I hate my mouth. The mouth that runs on and on. I hate my ears. The ears that heard what they shouldn't have. I hate my glasses. The glasses that made me look dorky. I hate my hands. The hands that hurt me. I hate my arms. The arms that make me look like a man. I hate my legs. The legs that won't stop shaking. You must be midas. Everything you touch turns to gold. I love my hair. The hair that you pet as an act of comfort. I love my face. The face you were willing to look at. I love my eyes. The eyes that couldn't leave yours. I love my nose. The nose that I didn't hide once maskless. I love my mouth. The mouth you kissed so many times. I love my ears. The ears that were able to hear your voice. I love my glasses. The glasses you wore and looked good in. I love my hands. The hands that held yours. I love my arms. The arms that are able to hug you. I love my legs. The legs that could stay still with just your presence. © 2023 Elise D.Author's Note
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Elise D.Houston, TXAboutI am a young poet. (If I could be even called that) I've been writing poetry since I was 10 and I've never been able to find a place where I was able to share my poetry and writings until now. I want .. more..Writing
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