the outside of the structure
that holds you dear
the skin of your lover
whom you always want near
the shelter you take
when the storm gets wild
and the soul of your body
that you think is like art
you hate what you see
but love the inside
and you know its the same
but it still makes you cry
so you hold on to yourself
and wish for better beginnings
and you know that next time
it'll still hurt your feelings
but it's worth the shot to take what you get
and wish for more
and stomp out regret
because we're here for a reason
and yet no one knows why
so don't disgrace your creator
live full till you die
© L²
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