You learn how to be perfect. Or at least, I think I did?
Though not perfect at all-
I grew more; to love my skin.
Beyond makeup, perfume, 💄
And hairdo-
I revered the woman within.
Always questioning my morale-
“I’m Sorry, What were you saying again?”💋
CMK ✨
I am an introvert poet. A closet poet.
I have been writing privately since I was 9 years old.
It is time to come out. 🌥
This is my first writing blog experience. If you are fortunate enough to stumble across my work- may it serve you well. I intend to share combinations of my poetry, short stories and works all the way from the depths of my heart- to the dark corners of my mind.
My work is copyrighted to MagicExists0125.
Call me "Kay.."
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Perfection is something foreign to me unless perpetual chaos that rules within is a sort of perfection. My external was never more than a shell for the mind. Though I have attempted many times to sculpt it into something I would as a whole approve of. Within though… I spent much time to empower and give a better purpose to.
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Perfection is something foreign to me unless perpetual chaos that rules within is a sort of perfection. My external was never more than a shell for the mind. Though I have attempted many times to sculpt it into something I would as a whole approve of. Within though… I spent much time to empower and give a better purpose to.
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That is perfection 🌹 As long as you love the person within. She’s my perfect little prisoner.
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I like the way you described her. Perfect little prisoner. 😉
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