DIVULGED
If I showed you my pale wrist,
Adorned with crimson cuts.
If I showed you my dull eyes,
Stricken with remorse.
If I showed you my ashen arms,
Painted blue and black.
If I showed you my palm,
Calloused with regrets.
If I showed you my mind,
Darkened by all.
If I showed you my soul,
Depraved by all.
Would you still distinct me as a beauty?
DU LIEST GERADE
Bruised Melodies
Poetry"A place where jaded souls, Dance to bruised melodies, Is where you'll find me." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The poems in this book can...
