Can't you love a girl like me?
In dim light
wearing black body paint
eyes closed, mascara smeared
making swirls of art on my face
hair, dark, damp, with a little mess
scars decorating my bear back
a cut on the lower lip
cracks running down my chest
I open my eyes to see you, my love
when our gaze meet, I blink
my orbs turn glassy, just like the stars ,
they glimmer.
- she repeated to herself as she could do nothing but smile at the distance stretched between them.
YOU ARE READING
THE GIRL WHO SPOKE POETRY
PoetryThe thing about pain is, it makes you question.. what makes you human? ____________ **Not cliche, I repeat, Not cliche, WARNING, not cliche**
