Painting with a razor
On the canvas of the skin
The scars left on the outside
Are nothing to those within
So color it in scarlet
So paint it in white
Something to remind you
Of what you know wasn't right
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A poem for death
PoetryCutting poems and quotes. They just sound really pretty and they're here for anyone. I'm here for anyone that needs me too
Wasnt right
Painting with a razor
On the canvas of the skin
The scars left on the outside
Are nothing to those within
So color it in scarlet
So paint it in white
Something to remind you
Of what you know wasn't right