Skin deep?...Maybe not...

Cremy soft delicate oraface
Moles you can connect the dots with
Some patches of dry skin
It can sweat
Grow hair
Even tan.....to a carmel color!

But what it contains is a stong woman....

Broken yet stiched together
Angry twiches restrained by morale
Vancant screams that can break the moon
And the ice queen on the coldet stares.


Go deeper and you find her heart.....


Weather and worn from being used
Never losing hope.....in any form
Smiling despite the gaping hole....
Starting to heal while bringing beauty to the surface.


Come back outside to see her face...


Smiles as big as the sun
Laughter that tickles and taunts
Words of rambling mish mash and comedy
Emotions to portray what others feel.


If you look deep in her eyes.....


You can see the snowfall slowly with sofness
Love overpowering the never ending sea
Greener pastures coming for you
And streams of always warming fire light.


love broken her soul.....

Self respect and worth saved her life.