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note: I know i have some lower case stuff and typos so dont bitch about it!
Half of my eyes are green, like the grass the grows
Half of my eyes are blue, Like the sea
What they've seen on me and god knows
But these eyes, there like the world to me
They've seen meadows, trees and many other things
In them there been specks of dust, but even more drops of tears
But only god and I know what the brain behind them brings
The mind grows wiser while your eyes are the same over the years
My nose has smelt, and sniffled all my life
It has twitched and flared when I see something I like
I would never change my little nose, people are crazy to go under the knife
My cheeks, O my cheeks can be a beautiful red
But sometimes when I get sad they grow back to my color white
But if it wasnt for my blushing cheeks you would have never noticed my grin
My cheeks change color there light in the morning but then they dark by night
Three more places of my face, the face that is not perfect
I would never change a thing though this is me I'm not someone else
So what if me my face and my minds are missing some circuits?
I wouldn't change me 'cause when you look at me you see my family and that makes my true self
Ahh my lips, the one part of me that I like
They can be red they turn blue and sometimes even white
And when I sing the crowd looks at them slightly touching the mic
They smile the frown they get bitten down when someone is up for a fight
Then oh then the chin, that ends my porceline delicate like face
My chins suffered from cuts from my little cats
But they also end the traveling smear of the tear drop trace
Yes my little chin is a little thing that in many way it acts
My last part of my face
And one of the things I like the most
The one the guys notice
The one that i can brag and boast
My light blonde hair to match my porcelin like face
It has gold and light browns and white streaks
There all natural and everythings in right place
I dont keep it well kept hardly brushed but it still looks neat
So thats the end of my face, not counting the zits and freckle like things
I got my eyes my nose my lips m chin and, dont forget my hair
My eyes they see, my nose it smells my lips are here to sing
My chin, my hair it silks and shines, Do you notice you just read a poem of my face? Write a comment if you care!
My face is still imperfect with my littles bumped nose
But you still read my face you read it as if it were real
So i guess this is the end and how my poem goes
My face, my face, it tells a story, a story that needed to be revealed.













------
Maestroe


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