self-love,
adorned upon me like a cloak,
dripping from my pores,
a language only my heart understands.
self-love,
saves what has been repeatedly shattered,
by those that couldn't love themselves.
"Be gentle with me," I say to myself,
as I learn to be kind
to the person in the mirror
About the Creator
Chloe Unfiltered
28 years old~ Creative Soul
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