The Hidden Lines
Now as i weave my poetry, he says to me
"You look good beautiful
From the tips of your fingers to the ends of your nails"
I smile back and continue to my second stanza
I'll give you my beauty for free, i think painfully
If you can erase all my hurt
All my brokeness
For beyond my shellac
There is a tarmac road full of potholes and cracks
And i wish you could see that
I wish you see me that way because am not fully put together
The foundation hides, that which i wish you could love
The eyeliner drives, that which is not there
Read my poems
Read me
Read my pain and then love me
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