damaged goods

Bruised fruit Bruised stub of a fag Bruised smudge down your right thigh Bloody soft little plum you are Not the rotten fruit Not the bad apple Not a fable But if you were If you were If you are You do not need to fear Heaven: If you are Heaven: If you are Heaven: you: you are not a flower that needs to be bent Back into shape: If you are Heaven: You are Heaven: Why would He put all this colour in you were it not for love? There stands a beautiful thing and You are loud.