I am not a bad person
Just covered in pile of dirt
Layers and layers and layers
Layers of pain and hurt
Look at me closely though
Through the dark of skin
A treasure chest of love
You shall find within
I am not a bad person
Just covered in pile of dirt
Layers and layers and layers
Layers of pain and hurt
Look at me closely though
Through the dark of skin
A treasure chest of love
You shall find within
This is beautiful and I’m sure it resonates with many, it did with me. Thanks so much for sharing!
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So adorable
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🖤🖤
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Bad? No. Fatally wounded with nostalgic pining for love, yes.
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I hear a plea to be heard so distinctly. Lovely, Frank!
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Beautiful!
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Cute poem!
Thanks for the post
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Don’t judge me by my exterior or you’ll miss the treasure I bring. Yup. I see you. Lovely. Thanks.
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very cute yeah 🙂
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