Poems from 17rachelofinley
She was marked from birth,
Peculiar marks on her hands.
One was dark,
The other light.
One hand broke toys,
The other repaired.
One hand...
Awesome,
Amazing,
Astounding,
Life as I know it.
There's bad in all the good,
And good in all the bad.
It's all it what we choose to see....