Even after the heart attack, even after he was put on a respirator, I don’t think any of us—Mom, Collin or I—really expected him to die. 669 more words
This poem I wrote while, during the beginning of my blogging journey in which I have tried to fit the names of some famous high-end women's luxury brands and finally a simple revelation which we forget in day to day jugglery of existence and insecurities of survival...
I am a Diva.
Smoked my eyes with
Christian Dior 5 color palette. A dash of Mac Ruby Woo
for my supple lips.
Hair sleek with chic spring hair-do;
Curly flirty amuse for my fingers. Versace couture gown in sea green
To subdue my fiery spleen.
Time stands still
With Rolex on my wrist. Cartier a carat or two
Upholds my alluring ensemble.
Modern Muse by Estée Lauder
Is the signature aroma I resemble. With Gucci on my hand
And Jimmy Choo on my feet,
I feel invincible
And no one can defeat. I feel flawless
I feel like a goddess.
But then I forget
much to my chagrin -
Three priceless words
Beauty lies within.