16, English. My heart is brimming with the words that I haven't figured out how to just yet.
There is no escape from love or fear To fall in love at all It was not Mother Nature's intentions but Slowly we all fall So if I gave you my ink-stained heart And flawed skin and bones and...
I am not: Long legs Smooth skin Plump lips. I am: Ridges And bumps and lines and Scars; Held together by the hope that someday my feet will find the Earth again..
If I had a red riding hood That I wore every day Would I really be seen as good When I went out to play.
Red marks blur with skin light touches where you’ve been each and every curve all my skin you learned.
I am merely made of dust the remnants of what once was a shining and beautiful star. And the Earth will swallow me whole someday..