Envy.
I envy that complexion,
that scent,
of a loved girl,
of an adored
and quite beautiful
daughter,
or lover,
or stranger.
Instead
I am damaged
and homely,
hiding in the smoke,
longing
and distracted.
Copyright © Lisa Barton | Year Posted 2009
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