My beautiful skin
A cut, a scrape.
A slice, a dice.
Oh, my beautiful skin.
A scar forever,
Holds memories where ever.
Blood and pain,
Make it all go away.
I think I like the burn,
I sorta love the way it hurts.
A few more times,
Won't mean a thing.
Oh, my beautiful skin.
Dry and patchy,
Old and nasty.
Covered with spots,
Sliced with marks.
I feel like I need to cry
Oh, my beautiful skin!
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Poetic Dreams
PoetryA Poetry Novel. Real Thoughts. Hopes and Dreams. an ONGOING thing. "Keep your dreams big, and your hopes small, Because you can dream big without hoping at all." All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2018 By HalleyNicholson All rights reserved. No part...
