they tried to take her down,
so she wore their hatred with pride and brilliance, yet dirty and scared,
a warpaint, ready for battle,
between her salty tears which let her warpaint leak, vicious and jagged,
like their words, cut like blades, she smeared her paint,
took her blade and used it with precision,
she could taste her own blood with a salty taste of her tears,
their words no longer hurt,
she made them leave, like the bruises they made,
the bruises that build her, disappeared
Author's note
Hello there,
I wanna take this moment to thank all of you for the amazing support you have given me, it is truly amazing to share this journey with all of you, seeing progression in my writings, seeing ur lovely dm's, comments.
I also wanna take this moment to announce that I am planning on making a second poetry book, more details will come later.
Anyways stay safe, healthy, strong,
Thx for supporting me,
Love you all,
Sincerely, Griffin
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PoetryThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
