Secret coping skill

It was all wrapped up in a box
One with the cute ribbons and bows
And from nose to toes it was beauty
No clue how go care for it
It comes in cute little shorts and sneakers
Natural all the time
And beautiful
But not pure
Maybe a little crazy
With a past
Most of its a mystery
Because even if you let it in
It wont speak the truth
Itll only cover up
Smile and laugh maybe
Shes my little brunette coping skill

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

"nose to toes it was beauty"

That line is pure gold, nice work.

the line after that is missing a word.

3rd line from the end "itll" requires an apostrophe.

The closing line is more gold... ha.. "my little brunette coping skill"

That was quite nice. Fine work, damn fine work.

[samparks,sam]

Nice poem I like it, you write good

[Asante]

Perhaps, the gift that reveals itself as it sees you reveal yourself. :)
This was a sweet little gem that I'm glad I stumbled upon. Great work.