Sometimes this, sometimes that,
sometimes uncertain, unpredictable.
My eyebrows are like the edge a valley,
sometimes an architectures dream
my nose crinkled and scrunched,
sometimes a little too puffy
my cheeks are like balls of ice, covered in rose petals
sometimes fresh or died
my skin scarred, rough, sticky
sometimes a living fantasy
my lips mirror the grey sky, even purplish
sometimes like a strawberry, you cant help it but do more than just see
my eyes resembles the aftermath of a war, dry
but sometimes its where the sun resides
my heart, that of a warrior, monster, child
and to tell you the truth Ill stay like this forever
because the good and worst make us human.
-She initiated, giving him her first genuine smile, in weeks.
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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**
