Her feelings are so different. I speak of the girl that always wears something cherry scented. Its not enough to disguise her injury. The one she got from dating men that sapped her energy. She hides her agony behind pastal colored attire. Walking down halls while others admire. If you ever see her empty smile, you’ll never want to let go. However, I can see her pain and hear her screams echo.
Just felt poetic this morning. Enjoy your day and be powerful.