They'd ask you how you make hurt seem so heavenly
You make scars seem like art
You grow Dahlias from your tears
They'd rip your heart into pieces,
Cuz of how insanely rhythmic its beats are even after being broken multiple of times
Your smile would give so much contentment
Yet they'd shower you with misery
But don't you dare
Let them enfeeble your strong soul
So you can tell them how to be beautiful and strong like you :)
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Poetry| p o e t r y | sometimes you just need to write a poem to let yourself free. Highest rank| #1 in poetrycontest [15.06.19]
