I see you
Under the night sky
your face barely illuminated by the faintly glowing ember of the cigarette dangling from your lips
I see you
Walking the streets
Alone and unwanted
Crying out without a sound for a place to call home
I see you
And the scars on your knuckles and wrists
Scars that tell a story more lovely
Than any story any author could create
You see yourself and say
Broken
I see you and say
Beautiful
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 1:09 AM UTC
I see you
Under the night sky
your face barely illuminated by the faintly glowing ember of the cigarette dangling from your lips
I see you
Walking the streets
Alone and unwanted
Crying out without a sound for a place to call home
I see you
And the scars on your knuckles and wrists
Scars that tell a story more lovely
Than any story any author could create
You see yourself and say
Broken
I see you and say
Beautiful
