mornings.

I love
"to someone who calls me
a perfect girl when I’ve
given up on perfection
at least a year ago"
ankari x

Ahh I love 'Bright Eyes'! I could listen to 'First Day of My Life' all day ;) This is such a touching poem and the insecurities are something every woman can relate to. But it's our imperfections that make us perfect, I guess!

Magic xxx

Wow. This struck a chord with me. I have felt this way before, more than once. We all feel this way at one point or another, I suppose. It's a matter of finding someone who can accept us for who we are, insecurities and all.

These lines are just about perfect to me:

"to someone who calls me
a perfect girl when I’ve
given up on perfection
at least a year ago

to someone who winks at me
when I scrutinize myself
in shop window reflections"

Indeed they are Magic :)

Thank you for your kind words Anna Marie

thankyou!

I enjoyed this (if that is the right word). Well done.

It is beautiful. I like what Magic says about us being perfect because we feel so imperfect. I saw myself after having babies and going to work and everyday life and putting on a few pounds and everything. You really set the thoughts on go. Thanks ;)Pia

Thanks Highhat, I'm glad it meant something to you, that's more than I could ever hope. Thank you!

So beautiful in it's sadness, well deserved cherry!

Amazing. Just beautiful.

Well done.

Nathan.

Hey, you commented on my poem 'once' so thought i would take a look at some of your work. It's fantastic, are you published? Having read your poetry, your comment means even more to me in that you enjoyed it...sorry i am sort of rambling

Hi Sam, thanks so much for your comment. I have one short story published and I'm working hard on my other writing now. Thanks again for your lovely ramble :)

Oh right, good, well keep working!! :)

love how you tie in Bright Eyes with the piece..

brings back memories when I used to listen..

well done.

cheers.

This poem describes something very important I think. Too many people out there had the rare opportunity to be truly loved, but gave it up, simply because true love seemed almost surreal in their case, but true love embodies the very things we find to be unreal and impossible. This poem tells that story and more people should hear it, understand it.

PLEASE NEVER STOP WRITING!!! ;-)

Nathan x

I cried at this. Wonderful - how did you know?

I've just realised who you remind me of. Are you familiar with (only the early work) of Jewel? (jewel Kiltcher) forget later stuff, she was turned into a pop princess. But two albums, Pieces of you, and ,Spirit, were written by her before she was sixteen. Your poems remind me very much of her lyrics.

And again this poem is up there with them.