It's a Pity

It’s a pity that you can’t take off your skin like an old dress can’t cover the rags with a smart dress so that to impress can’t embroidery stitch the holes made by moles it’s a pity that you can’t pull out your heart to bask in the sun can’t force it cut and run from the life of one can’t let your soul fly in the sky like birds to defend it from hurts that’s how you go trying nothing to show avoiding the turns keeping scars and burns anxiety and echoes of doubt can’t speak aloud being hurt so much by the occasional touch ©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)