She pretty
And i wasn't
Her skin my smooth
But mine with scarring
With rosy lips
Mine dark and cracking
Who would you love?
i wasn't surprised
You chose the goddess.
YOU ARE READING
| 女の子| the girl
PoetryTHE GIRL who has many thoughts in her head THE GIRL whom doesn't want to speak THE GIRL who has a voice but a silent one THE GIRL wants to shout out the words but instead, writes them day and night
