You left a print, not a story.
Beauty paints an impression,
a thing pressed into the soul,
not a time-line of events.
I bear your mark, your print.
Despite my dark nature,
I have in me small lights . . .
and you are there.
Notice about Plagiarism
Plagiarizing these words is encouraged. Plagiarizing this face--impossible.
About Me
- joseph
- If I was anyone but me, you'd never be the wiser. To those who would: I salute you. You know me better than I do. But I have never believed you.
1 comment:
I really love this. Thanks for your gift of writing the inner heart so poetically.
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