I wish I was art, I want to have a long streak of yellow on my smile filled with joy but keep my sapphire splats of blue in my eyes to remind me where I once was in my past, I want dark red to be spilled onto the paper of my life to show even strong girls bleed, I want my skin to be different tones of purples and blues where I can be pretty like the flowers my mother grew, I wish I was art people would remember instead of a boney 16 year old girl with hopeless dreams
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teenage fools
PoetryI write poetry about life, death, love, hurt, depression, and basically everything.
