she was like an orange
and just as an orange
you don't see the beauty of one
until it starts to peel back,
until all the layers have been shown.
she was careful who she showed
her layers around,
careful who she revealed her true self to.
now not every person who had met her
had received the privilege of getting to know
her and her inner beauty,
and if i'm being honest
i don't think anyone ever had the warmth in their hearts to even try.
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love lost
Poetrysome are about mental health, love, losing someone, someone disappearing. idk these are all over the place. just thoughts wrote down to be honest