Love Starved

Its midnight, my hair is frizzy from the rain
I can’t fight, I'm going numb from all the pain
The night sky dusts my face with tiny stars
But to you i still don’t look quite good enough

Sometimes , i just want you to kiss the scars
On my thighs, and tell me I’m a work of art,
love lies, between the seams and in the cracks
Of my life 
It is seldom found
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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