They call me beautiful,
For even my scars are beaded with jewels of pain!
They call me charming,
For even my tears shed down like pearls, as in the monsoon rain!
And then they call it a day,
For even my words, rant like the late winter's hail!
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 12:56 AM UTC
They call me beautiful,
For even my scars are beaded with jewels of pain!
They call me charming,
For even my tears shed down like pearls, as in the monsoon rain!
And then they call it a day,
For even my words, rant like the late winter's hail!