þriðjudagur, desember 15, 2009

Unsettled (a poem)

When I was young and innocent,
I wanted to grow up to be a dark beauty
Tall, with red lips, white teeth
and long flowy hair.
I shall have to settle for cute.
I never wanted to be CUTE.

2 ummæli:

Abram sagði...

wanted to grow up to be a superhero or the tall dark and handsome prince
with the ideal body type and powerful symmetrical face structure
I never wanted to be cute :')

Rachel sagði...

cute's better than ugly.