And you thought the lines were bad,
signs that you are shattered,
but also a humble reminder
that lately you have suffered.
Mend the crack of the perfect soul,
beauti never fade-it is in every cell.
Don't let anyone judge,
you are not a prey,
and this is not a hunt.
you shouldn't be just a rosebud,
be a tulip in fool bloom,
appealing flower
that has grew with the tears and the sunshine,
from the dirt to the daylight.
