Passione
Just some of my poetry.
Little Pink Ribbons
She sits infront of the mirror
and looks at the marks on her chest
The scars that looks like little pink ribbons
and a small tear falls from her eyes.
She should be happy thats she is alive
but she looks at her complexion
Her pale white skin,
The black marks under her eyes
Her hair is thining out
Her frame nothing but skin and bone
and a small tear falls from her eyes.
Will she be strong enough to continue the fight
Will their be someone out there
who is willing to love her looking like this.
She slams her hand into the mirror
and watches as the blood trickles down the mirror
Then a small tear falls from her eyes.
Little Pink Ribbons
She sits infront of the mirror
and looks at the marks on her chest
The scars that looks like little pink ribbons
and a small tear falls from her eyes.
She should be happy thats she is alive
but she looks at her complexion
Her pale white skin,
The black marks under her eyes
Her hair is thining out
Her frame nothing but skin and bone
and a small tear falls from her eyes.
Will she be strong enough to continue the fight
Will their be someone out there
who is willing to love her looking like this.
She slams her hand into the mirror
and watches as the blood trickles down the mirror
Then a small tear falls from her eyes.