Her soul has more scars than her skin
Each telling a story of tears
Tears that dripped from her
Big graphite eyes
Tears that minted her cracks and wreckage
Tears no one knew she shed
And hid under her breath and smile
~L
27th April 2020
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Burning Candles| ongoing
PoetryShe lit up her room with the same candles that scald her skin red. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 Just the story of a girl named She trying to find her way out of th...
