your fingers are pencils,
as they trace the features upon my face.
slow, steady movements,
brushing my cheeks to my nose,
my nose to my lips.
the lips you call yours
are the ones which you kiss.
my body is your canvas,
so draw me the best you can.
include the scars on my wrists,
which i covered up with a tattoo,
to remind myself
not to do it.
include the curves
of my hips
and tummy
and also don't forget the stretch marks
all across my belly.
can you draw in the pain?
what about the happiness?
darling if you have to,
paint me yellow-
as yellow as a golden sunflower
and make me beautiful
like you know i am.
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Yellow Means Happy • Poetry
Poetry"And like a small sunflower, You will bloom and rise. You will shine brighter than all stars, And be as happy as you can be." 💛 Uplifting, motivating and happy poetry 💛
