Emotional Sweaters

whispering hands

Watery pearls fall from oceans of the soul.
Carving history into the plains of flesh.
Saturated pores hold painful secrets washed wonderful.
Lies candy-coated as truths, are fed like supper.
Trinkets of anger and links of rage, are worn like honor.
Heavy, yet beautiful; we wear our stories..

vogonpoetbythelake

Thank You Whispering Hands for the gem...this ones a keeper...