•scars
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you feel my scars,
under your calloused hands.
they say infinite stories,
like the constellations in the sky.
maybe you think
I'm desperate.
maybe you love me
the way I am.
but you don't see the others.
my heart's sewn in place.
YOU ARE READING
b l u e
Poetryblue |bloo| melancholy, sad, or depressed. sad and lonely in a strange city. poems are written by me. Copyright © 2018 by @aaryaeh
