The Cloak of Scars
The Cloak of Scars
What shall I wear today? She thought
Instead of my heart on my sleeve..
I'll wrap myself up and hide away
That may bring some reprieve,
From the relentless feeling of pieces of me,
Being taken and never returned.
Play with fire, her inner voice said,
And only expect to be burned,
flames that caress with a devious twist
Sparks masquerading as stars,
Her outfit designed by destiny,
A tattooed heart and cloak of scars
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