The Soul of Seventeen
By KissTheSkyPH
A pink sparkle pierces your lower lip And a soft blue baby hangs from your neck. Working a hundred jobs a day, You hate the world But laugh as if you own the sky. So soft that no one can break you, You’re who I want And who I want to be.I'm beginning to do portraits of people I encounter. This is about a co-worker I admire. Written November 18th, 2001 © on Nov 18 2001 02:42 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"A pink sparkle pierces your lower lip..."