You can paint Your nails
And dye Your hair
Turning it from dark to fair
You might die and reincarnate,
In the process change Your shape,
You may come back a thousand times
But You can never change (the look in) Your eyes
You may change Your name if it feels right
And if You did I wouldn't mind,
I would hug You, hold You tight
Staying up with you all night
You can paint Your nails
And dye your hair
Turning it from dark to fair,
No matter what happens I'll be there (for You) ...
YOU ARE READING
For the Broken
PoetryWhen I'm experiencing an emotional crisis I write poems. That's the only state of being in which I'm capable of producing anything like that. I post the better ones here. I hope my writings will help people feel like there is somebody out there who...
