Mon, 12/08/2014 - 23:12 -- wserd


There are wrinkles and bags under my eyes

There is a sparkle within my eyes that no filter can hide

There is a smile that hides no lies and greets you with pleasure

There is no facade

There is something so simple

Yet, small and insignificantly significant

No makeup just me

Simple, beautiful me

With a melodic voice and hysterical laughter

Brown flowing hair

Screw the filters,

Screw society and its illogical meaning of beauty

Screw the lighting

I am simple and honest.

I am not perfect nor demented

I am not restrained

I am simply authentic.

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