To the girl in my class.
I saw you today with that new pair of vans and some metal chains. You looked beautiful, to say the least. But I saw your skin from below your rolled up jeans.
And I saw some dried blood.
Huh, maybe you don't feel as beautiful as you really are.
YOU ARE READING
Letters for her
PoetryThis is just my diary. A diary of a meaningless person with a meaningless life... Except for her, the girl I want to love so bad, yet I can't. Because she is art and art isn't meant to be loved. It's meant to be adored... Because, what really is art...