would you still think

im beautiful?

if you saw me

as i am,

with shaking hands

and trembling soul

and a tentative heartbeat

at best..

would you still think me pretty?

if you saw my eyes so sad,

too big now

in sunken cheek,

my mouth a mourning


would you think i was lovely?

in shaded form of night,

stilled in fear

afraid of day

pale as death

might be..

would you still want to hold me?

in form of ragged edge,

skin and bone

on soiled soul

a ghost of girl

you knew..






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