Through the eons
I was a multitude
of colors,
I carved too much
skin, too much bones.
But of all the people
I've been,
all the words
I've held beneath
and claimed as my own,
I remember you.
YOU ARE READING
Teacup and other Torments
PoetryTell me why you're alone -the wonderland is forever closed. This is for the hearts who never find their homes.
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Through the eons
I was a multitude
of colors,
I carved too much
skin, too much bones.
But of all the people
I've been,
all the words
I've held beneath
and claimed as my own,
I remember you.
