#WritcoPoemPrompt13
Filtering rays of sunshine,
Brighten up my day,
My heart swells with hope and pride,
Keen for the glories coming my way...
I've been on the mirror,
For hours,to be assured of the beauty,
I was blindly accused of begeting.
Because i learnt that you grow old,
Every passing day.
So i had to run my eyes on the so-called smooth face of mine.
But anytime I lay my eyes on the mirror,
I see nothing but........
I'm giving up !!!!
To the mirror, I'm giving up
© oziomajasmine