Living with a heart of stone
And breathing with flooded lungs
Is just like
Living just because
We are humans
We get hurt
We get over it
Sometimes we don't
Sometimes
I dream of your mocha eyes
Starring at my as if I were the stars
As if I was art
But I'll never be art
You won't contemplate my meaning
You won't see my beauty
You'll never study me
But just like art
You'll never understand me
You think you do
But you don't
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PoetryWho would love a girl with scars? Who would love a girl without stars in her eyes. With a soul pitch black? With demons that haunt her in her sleep at night? Who would love a girl that writes and cuts to deal with pain. A girl who'd rather be alone...
