Baby your body is a temple,
it is pure and sweet,
it is kind and soft, but you can't give it away,
unless it is perfect,
sculpted by gods, formed to perfection,
otherwise don't bother striving for someone else to love it.
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Meaningless Scribbles
PoetryThe inner ramblings and thoughts of a girl who's had her fair share of heartbreak and loss but also happiness and love, confusion, inner turmoil, and all the human emotions. All Rights Reserved © by acidlove_
