The word 'lovely'
Is entwined within your ribs
Petals of roses
Are strung through your hair
But depression is laced in your soul Digging like barbed wire
And that
My dear
Is where your faults lie
Because you do not deserve
To have sadness traced in your pupils And hate engraved in your bones Because you are
More beautiful
With the word 'lovely'
Entwined in your ribs
Petals of roses through your hair
And a smile on your lips.
-j.b.&m.k.-
