Love, it leads me into chambers
where I am lost and feel in danger.
I look to others, though they don't smile,
I know—
you hurt like me sometimes.
I am a follower when I'm scared.
I am leader when I have something to bare;
it's my chest, filled with emotions
pouring down multi-colored waterfalls.
Do you put on lotion
when the sun blares,
do you put it on to avoid the stares?
The SPF for our tears,
it's a facelift.
Cheeks bright as the sun,
nose white like winter snow.
I am naked and I'm cold,
but at least there's glitter on
my frail bones.
Love, it leads me down.
I have no SPF for this vulnerable
gown, swaying in the wind,
blue and bright.
My tears are multi-colored.
I love how boys can lead me down
the darkest chambers never to be found.
I hate my luminescent gown,
but I can't help but follow them around.
Their SPF is camouflage,
my SPF is wearing off.
My femininity glows too bright,
but I can't help myself.
I am at peace with the night.
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It's Raining Outside
Poetry[Completed] 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃. I don't know how else to say this, but... 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐬; 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧�...
