I think am ugly, said her
No you are not, he mused
But I do not feel beautiful, said her
You have to believe it yourself, he said
But when will I feel that, you feel that,
I am beautiful, she went on
Well why don’t you wait, and
Perhaps you can find out, he smiled
And she paused, took a deep breath,
and smiled and cried and smiled again
No you are not, he mused
But I do not feel beautiful, said her
You have to believe it yourself, he said
But when will I feel that, you feel that,
I am beautiful, she went on
Well why don’t you wait, and
Perhaps you can find out, he smiled
And she paused, took a deep breath,
and smiled and cried and smiled again
Maybe…
But there was no time nor any wait
She had woken up from her dream…
I write... 