Kissing my beaten knuckle,
Hoping that the red stain will soon faded,
No one want to see a bruise knuckle on a girl's hand.
~ 💓 ~
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Starry Night
PoetryMy poem of life. To me words excite and give soul to living around me. These poem spoke about the ups and downs in me. Hope you like it 💓.
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Kissing my beaten knuckle,
Hoping that the red stain will soon faded,
No one want to see a bruise knuckle on a girl's hand.
~ 💓 ~
