
Even if my hands are scraped, full of paints, a reflection of my loneliness; would you mind holding them?
Posted in response to the challenge Values: Kindness - Visual Art.
Even if my hands are scraped, full of paints, a reflection of my loneliness; would you mind holding them?
Posted in response to the challenge Values: Kindness - Visual Art.
I think she should’ve known this would happen
When that straight-A girl became the one
who’d sneak out past midnight,
And the cries turned to hindsight.
I like to think
that if our friends;
sometimes the closest people in our life,
can see us for our soul.
Then so can others.
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