Cat scratches-freckles-gold fabric paint
and
"KATE MOSS FOR QUEEN"
my hands are
my hands are
my me
and they know where I've been.
And I don't feel like washing that off.
They're no dirtier than my soul is today,
both so tarnished by all of my idiocy-
but I think I may like it that way.
Perfection is so overrated
when we're all rather mad deep beneath.
So our
doodles and
scars and
tattooed-on mistakes
should be kept on as memories to keep.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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That pretty cool
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I get that sickening pain of regret just reading this poem. "Tattooed-on mistakes", I love that.
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hmm...."perfection is overrated" I love it :-D
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Yep, those are definately your hands, lol! Another brilliant poem, my dear.
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