She is the beauty in barbed wire.
Shiny and strong.
Protective.
Cutting.
Yet as much as she glimmers in the sunlight and glows in the moonlight
she is
terribly
lonely
for nobody wishes to touch her for
fear of
getting
hurt
and
bleeding
her sharp edges tell of jaded hardships and cavalier emotions and
tired
eyes
Fear not, for I have waltzed through hurricanes and walked with demons and loved the wilderness too much to be afraid of
a few
drops
of blood
or a haemorrhage
because
you
are
worth
bleeding
for.
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Suicide Sky (SS 1)
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING emotional exhibitionism; raw, unfortunate honesty. non-fiction. includes songs and significant lyrics. this is probably shit.
