If I showed you my scars
Would you still look at me
Like the way you gaze
At the stars?
Would you still love me
with all your heart?
Like I am a piece of art.
Despite knowing about my
flaws,
Would you still consider me to
be yours?
Some wounds never heal,
This each day we feel.
In the end,
All we need is somebody to
hold onto us
Just like the way Hazel had
found Gus.
It's all about accepting the
other as ours,
In spite of their engraved
Scars.
-Midnight poet
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PoetryShe is art in a beautiful museum we recognise to be this world. Although she was beautiful, sophisticated and captivating, not every one cared to appreciate that. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓸𝓴𝓪𝔂
