Poetry

Last night I felt like poetry,

And that is the best thing to feel like.

 

I had my yarn bracelets,

From an out-of-control hobby outbreak,

Two years ago.

 

I had my bracelet with a small mustard stain,

On the back.

 

My nails were coral,

And teal,

From a much needed best friend day.

 

I wore my vintage boots,

My hair was naturally curly,

And I wore my favorite shirt.

 

I felt like poetry,

And if that is not the feeling you get,

When you are beautiful,

I don’t know what is.

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