Pretty brown eyes that glare.
From even orbits and browns.
Was a trait that I received from my mother.
Skin so soft like rose velvets.
Double jointed fingers; door was the cause.
Deep dimples that shows as I smile.
I still have a scar from when I was six and fell down the
Stairs and bruised my little head.
Pretty white and strong teeth
Which shines bright as the sun.
As I glare into the mirror,
I see a beautiful young girl starring back at me.
by: Nicole R.Nolen
