Beautiful Colorful Scars

Lines cover the pages
Eaten up by the colors
The wrists are the same,
Though the only color is red

The pages only drip thick paint
And don’t you wish,
That colorful creations,
Could make up you too?

The words coming from your lips,
They are a beauty,
Not one of sight
But one of mind

And not your mind

Only the others can understand
Can judge for themselves
The beauty on your lips
Forearms
Thighs
Stomach

But hey when the day comes
When you see someone’s light
You can finally
See your own