I bolted from the blue
When my eyes met
The lost love of my teens
Reappeared, in my weathered years
Troubled scarlet eyes
Over white, watery entrails
Their rims angry, red
Emphasized against a pale face
They stared back at me
In their perfect symmetry
Speaking a silent testimony
To my arrogance and apathy
My fingertips felt
The silky smooth skin
It bred more anguish
I had cared, yes
But apparently meagre
My callousness had caused
Those crimson contours
Two ugly red pimples
On either of my cheek
Reflected in the bathroom mirror
A poem on pimples! Its the first time in history i think. Keep it up.. exploring such intriguing subjectes :)
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