Poems from JennaSaleh7
Perfect. Happy. Put-together.
I get that a lot
Alone. Messy. Confused.
I feel that a lot.
They say bent wings cant fly
They tend to bend...
for the defintion of beauty
like the definition of art
cannot be defined
every wound and scar only to add to the shine
for all is valued ...
climbing trees only to end up
closer to the roots that the branches
flattered by fascination
longing for someone to approve
never to be...