pretty hands

[quietwater]

I'm sorry if you expected something different, but this is a short "poemish" thing I wrote because I express myself better like this. I like to let my words flow and my thoughts wander between metaphors and poetry.
Take this as you wish and like.

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People used to tell me that my hands were pretty.

"You have slim and long fingers! You'll grow up beautifully!"
They'd tell me, and I believed them, so I put rings on my fingers to show them off.

"Your nails grow so fast and strong! I can't believe they're real, they look perfect!"
They'd tell me, and I believed them, so I put on nail polish to draw attention to them.

And when I stained my palm with ink or paint,
I fastly washed everything off,
because what was I, if not my gorgeous hands?

Now I wear rings to hide my scraped knuckles,
I paint my nails because they're short and bitten...
But nobody tells me that my hands are pretty anymore.

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[I Can't Say]

This went up before I made my account, but I had to find it again. It really hit me hard. Your poor hands... It's relatable in a way, because people used to say I was smart. Anyway, I liked your poem.

 

[Enlighten]

Beautiful, yet tragic.

 

[quietwater]

This went up before I made my account, but I had to find it again. It really hit me hard. Your poor hands... It's relatable in a way, because people used to say I was smart. Anyway, I liked your poem.

I'm really glad you liked my poem, and if it helped to express yourself more, I am even more glad <3
Anyway, the hands are a metaphor for me, because people used to say I was smart too, so I can say that I understand what you mean

 

[steppenwolf]