When u look at me what do u see
Do u see my smile,my golden caramel struck hair
Or do u see the pictures taken in the late night hours
The sensual girl hidden in trauma
It look a long time for her to receive a trophy
And when she did she was beaten for a temporary spot
No one real has it these days
Love, Compassion and Trust
All of which I dont have for u
Not the smallest bit of any
YOU ARE READING
𝐿𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡
PoetryThis chapter is different.she's different with the same damage . different knowledge .same pain.same worries i want to heal.she wants to heal.i never let it go i just moved on.there is a difference between moving on and letting go.acceptance and ex...
