Behind the stars that shone beneath me
Was the shadow of my past
Where the scars are fresh and the wounds are deep
The flesh of your own that rots unknowingly
I was there but no one sees
I was the forbidden fruit and my counter part was the most palatable
Im just a daughter and nothing more.
YOU ARE READING
Unkempt
PoesíaJust another poem An outburst of hidden anger Unraveling the tears behind every laughter
