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“All I am is a body that I hate to be”

I know it’s lie, my body is only an extension of me

Haunted by my scars, and my chest, and the weight

But who I am is the man in my brain

And I know it shouldn’t matter what you think

Because I know what the truth is

My body is only an extension of me -

It is not far from a tragedy

That look on her gorgeous face

Her body must’ve been sculpted

By Aphrodite herself

And her voice?

Oh, her voice is God’s gift to the world

She speaks so eloquently

She thinks so incredibly

Beauty, talent, intelligence

It drips from her skin

Like the fountain of youth

A fallen Angel who joined the sinful earth

From the clouds and amongst the rain

How perfect it sounds

But it remains true

That it’s not far from a tragedy

And on a night like this it feels as if I step out

I could reach into the sky and grab a star to give to you

And we could name it and raise it then send it off

A crescent moon and honey droplets

I see them light up the sky

So beautiful, but it’s something you can’t touch

You would be burnt if you found a way to get close enough

Here I lie

In grass of pure green

My hands dig into the earth

And through the dark I hear a whisper

“Time will heal the pain”

I’m sure the stars said

And yes, time will heal the pain