Paint stains on my clothes
paint in my hair
that I cut last week
Because I didn't care
anymore
I wanted to feel
the sun kiss my scars.
Skin tainted
Painted
Embellished
with stars.
he couldn't see my beauty
But the sun could.
God could.
I could.
-That's all that mattered.
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Letters to the Old Soul
PoetryThis book was written for the girl with an old soul. my journal full of memories and stories; These poems are honest and true of the wonders and scary things that occur in life as one grows older. These are the documents that illustrate the evolutio...
