She is rugged
Her hands are cracked
Her face always frowning
Her nails chipped
And her hair wild
But she is beautiful
She is gentle with me if I am gentle to her
She loves me back as long as I love her
And she is always with me
I sometimes hate her and she will hate me back
I cannot push her away as she can not push me
I am told I should change her
If I make her look pretty then I will love her
But it's not true
I do not love her because of them
No I couldn't love her because of them
But things have changed
And I do love her
I will continue to love her, until she no longer is there
Because we will be together
And as I hold myself
I hold her
YOU ARE READING
Sad shorts to relieve myself
PoetryThis is just a bunch of short things that I'll be righting whenever I feel sad, inspired, angry, and anything of the sort. Edit: looking back at my older ones I hate it but no need to delete em I guess
