Faded Denim
Her soul is like faded denim
like cold uncut diamonds
like wild ivy
like icy wind
like cool sand
like harsh waves
like piercing shrieks
Her soul is like the days
the weeks
the hours
minutes
seconds
she waits.
Her soul is well warn
torn and tattered
tearing at delicate seams.
Her soul is twisted
her soul is dark
her soul can produce smiles
or induce tears
Her soul is very broken,
but her soul is beautiful.
like cold uncut diamonds
like wild ivy
like icy wind
like cool sand
like harsh waves
like piercing shrieks
Her soul is like the days
the weeks
the hours
minutes
seconds
she waits.
Her soul is well warn
torn and tattered
tearing at delicate seams.
Her soul is twisted
her soul is dark
her soul can produce smiles
or induce tears
Her soul is very broken,
but her soul is beautiful.
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This is an attempt at poetry... I know I'm not the best poet, but I found a writing prompt, and I just had to do it.This is for my mom, hehe.