Life was unfair to her,
Rude,
And unforgiving.
Life left nasty scars
All over her porcelain skin.
Death stood in the shadows,
Kissing away the tears,
Until it consumed her completely.
It wasn't long
After her soul had gone,
Her body followed.
YOU ARE READING
What I Know to be True
PoetryA collection of poems by a person whom is trying to collect her pieces up off the ground.
