Kat Beeton
They stuff me in a box wrap me up with a bow where I wait alone for diamonds and rings pretty shiny things chocolate and roses someone to show me my worth in tangibles things I can touch they say touch back a string of pearls gossamer lace a bright bouquet some words on a page if I don’t have these I’m not worth much I can’t measure your touch or the look in your eye that’s a mirror to mine your laugh when I laugh your sigh when I sigh while we put back my puzzle one piece at a time the way you stand behind and see me thrive finding my skin fighting for my time at least you know my worth is mine
