ECCENTRIC BEAUTY

By SANIA


If I'm brave enough to cut deep enough

Will I be able to cut off

All the portions I dislike?


Tear those away from

All my remaining flesh and bones

In hopes to salvage what was left behind


Once they're gone

I'll convert the scars into something beautiful

Like one covers a bad tattoo


But till those parts of me are here

I'll weep and hope for courage to never come

Because, perhaps, I hold beauty in this eccentric way too

  

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  1. NilakshiMarch 28, 2024 at 8:20 PM

    I love this one, Sanu.This one actually made me think. Waiting for more from you.

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