Maybe you love me
But you are afraid.
Because from the same cloth
I am not made.
I am a bit different, yes.
Slightly tattered.
A bit torn.
I sew myself back together.
I am a bit worn.
But why is it only the
Outside you see?
I may be kind of ripped
But it's made a stronger me.
And if that does scare you
Then be forewarned:
I am not top label,
Expensive,
Adorned.
You can't buy me.
This I guarantee.
Because what I have is priceless
And it's all the real me.
YOU ARE READING
Sweet & Dark Nothings
PoetryThe first collection of my poetry. Things that rattle through my mind in the night. Thoughts and fantasies, wishes and dreams, fears and sorrows.
