When they first moved in, the forest was big and lush behind the apartment building. It was the entire view through the kitchen window, standing at the sink washing dishes. Birds were often in the ... [+]
Under her smooth skin,
lie her flaws,
under the soft skin,
lies her broken soul.
Her skin covers her crushed heart,
that has been stepped on by many before.
She picks up the pieces daily,
as they make her fingers bleed,
but the blood doesn't scare her anymore
as the red is what sets her free.
Shattered glass lies everywhere,
this looks the same as my insides,
she says.
Her skin smooth as silk, hides the chaos that runs inside,
telling us everything that looks perfect,
isn't what it seems to be.
If someone's skin is as soft as velvet,
it doesn't mean that
there aren't scars inside.
lie her flaws,
under the soft skin,
lies her broken soul.
Her skin covers her crushed heart,
that has been stepped on by many before.
She picks up the pieces daily,
as they make her fingers bleed,
but the blood doesn't scare her anymore
as the red is what sets her free.
Shattered glass lies everywhere,
this looks the same as my insides,
she says.
Her skin smooth as silk, hides the chaos that runs inside,
telling us everything that looks perfect,
isn't what it seems to be.
If someone's skin is as soft as velvet,
it doesn't mean that
there aren't scars inside.