Scabs | Poem

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Appealing it is to pick at myself

Like my scabs and loose skin, I enjoy making the scars last

Pretty is the look of shattered glass synonymous with twinkling stars in the sky

Each point portraying the nothingness between them

A gorgeous puzzle; never put together

I love the weight of feathers fallen to the ground like time

Dead souvenirs to hold onto in order to remember that they had a past, a home

Alive in my mind, decaying in the hands they lay

Pain is necessary for beautiful things to exist, but it is not something intended to remain

Scabs by SoL

Performance was STAYonLIT

Lyrics were Composed in SoL

Published via Embold with SoL

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