Not Ugly. Not Lovely. Just In-Between
I stare in glass, at hollow grace,
A face the world will not embrace.
No stars, no spark, no gentle glow,
Just eyes that scream, âIâll never show.â
They donât write songs for eyes like mine,
No metaphors, no sacred shrine.
No one gets lost in this blank sea,
No hearts undone. No poetry.
Iâve seen the girls with sugar lids,
With lashes long like fairytale fibs.
They blink, and men forget to breatheâ
I blink, and all the dreams just leave.
So leave it there, donât twist the end,
No phoenix rise, no hope to lend.
Just tired eyes that watch, unseenâ
Not ugly.
Not lovely.
Just in-between.

















