Flowers And Band-Aids
The Season Of Healing

She keeps her feelings locked inside her, has mastered the art of sad. Fear
Instilled a sense of guarding, her mistakes made her go mad. She
Let go of hope denying, how she let it get this bad. Still
Enchanted by the thought that dreams are wishes she could have
Now she lingers in the memories, shadowlands of, might have beens
Covers her heart with anger, masked in shades of porcelain. Trying to outrun who she's become and
Even up the score. Befriending the image in her mirror and the scars she wears, from him
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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