And:
like an artist she covered her bruises with makeup.
she dresses like an autumn model year-round
cloaking herself with long sleeves and denim jeans.
Her:
mother tried to beat the beauty out of her.
disgusted by watching a flower bloom
and looking in the mirror-
to see her own wilted pedals.
Her:
father sharpened his tongue,
dipping it in poison before he chose to speak to her
bitter because 15 years ago,
he became a father to a daughter instead of a son.
And:
She was like a magnet
drawing the negativity out of people,
the ugliness shot out at her like fireworks
she was burned, scarred, and breaking...
But:
Just. Only. Breaking.
her hope lustered throughout her misery
She:
dreamed for an escape
so she lived and cried by day
then dreamed and soared by night
Because when hope and dreams are the only things you have left;
you're left with an infinity.
A/N:
I wanted to start on a positive note guys!
But there is more to come!
I write poetry ALL THE TIME I just don't take the time to post it.
So, here you go! :)
Enjoy.
BTW!!!: The song is Drive by Gemineyes
