She sweetened her tea
with frosting.
She trimmed her hair
with shears.
And all the while
she felt the same
she knew not better
nor just as much.
She laid her paper
over wounds.
Scratched her words
with diamonds.
Hoping
Quietly
To be better.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
She sweetened her tea
with frosting.
She trimmed her hair
with shears.
And all the while
she felt the same
she knew not better
nor just as much.
She laid her paper
over wounds.
Scratched her words
with diamonds.
Hoping
Quietly
To be better.
