Friday, September 18, 2015
Flaws
My eyes weep
to even the dullest knives
that cut through
my bleeding heart,
My nose itches
to the smell of
men's perfume,
My lips are too fragile
it keeps the memory
of a droll injury,
My hands,
ugly,
wrecked by the pages
I've wrote on to,
My feet,
uglier,
worn out by
the miles I've ran,
My mind
keeps the colours
I could never
ever
show to the world,
My hair
is the only thing
more messed up
than my head,
My heart,
still surviving
strong
despite the bullets
shot to it,
My tongue
has to go to school,
to learn to not tell more lies
than it supposed to,
to learn to be sharp,
but to not slay,
And me,
myself,
as a whole,
is filled with millions
of flaws,
just waiting to be accepted.
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With SPM coming up, Syasya decides to write her journey to the biggest determiner of her life. (notice the brackets in her post counting down the days to the start of it) Turning 17 two days before Bahasa Melayu Paper 1, Syasya is an ambitious girl no taller than 5 foot 3, but with dreams higher than the sky. She spends her free time reading, sleeping, writing and lepaking. Syasya's a little bit weird sometimes, but, well, she likes to be different.
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