He stood there,
right in front of me.
Telling me,
to fall in love.
Not with him.
Not with anyone else,
but myself.
He told me to look
at my flaws and
not worry about them.
He told me to look
at my smile in the mirror
and fall in love with it.
But i stood there.
With nothing to say.
And wondered how easy
it was to tell a
shooting star to learn
to love their burning self.
Last Seven Days Poems :
- How Long is Long Enough?
- Time Changes You.
- May Be.
- Can We Do It?
- Its not Everything.
- Feared falling in the love
- What it means to you?