This girl-not-girl You know
Bites her lip and doesn't wear
Chapstick
To soften the skin.
She paints her nails and
Let's the Polish chip.
Her perfume is never too strong
But she always smells like
Lemon.
When she walks her boots click
On tiled floors in perfect rhythm.
It is all practiced poise
perfection is an illusion-
scars best disguise
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
