Stars in my pocket & daisies in my hair
I don’t keep stars in my pocket, I don’t wear daisies in my hair. My body doesn’t smell like heaven. My face is full of scars. My dark circles and deep eyes are telling a different tale than what I have to speak.
Ever seen someone to be proud of their dark circles or deep eyes? I am, I have lived that journey and you cannot see even half of it through the eyes. Only my heart knows the pain and I feel proud when I see I have made this far.
YOU, the one who says he doesn’t mind anything. If given a chance — What will you choose? Daisies in hair or the scars on the face? Do you have the courage to look deep into her eyes, sense the same pain, and still call her “BOLD, BRAVE, and BEAUTIFUL”? Is she still the same intelligent woman you fell in love with at a first glance?
