I am the daughter of my father
The color that bled into me
Seen as olive; beautiful
With his darkened skin
He is covered in small scars
Lighter marks lying across his skin
To remember his stories
That is why his life is not work
His hair is peppered
Brown, so dark, almost black
Coarse as it runs with striking silver
Licking the neckline of his shirt
His eyes are dark stones
Calculated, but full of passion
Because a rock won't burn
In just any fire
This is what I am from
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All that Remains
PoetryThe girl of paper skin and diamond tears and a glass heart lives and loves and laughs, but what will happen when her skin is torn? Her heart shattered?
