How beautiful she's behind that deceitful smile,
Or the purity in her eyes,
behind those new pair of fancy glasses,
Which are her yet another failed effort to fit into the mould.
How complete I am,
How incomplete is she.
Should I write about her roman nose,
Or
her new haircut?
The clarity in her voice,
The insecurities in her head.
Her fear of failure carefully concealed under confident arrogance.
She's 'Dog Star' of a planet,
The astronaut in me shan't reach.
But,
If I could
I'll bury my hocrux right beneath.
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