Bruises.

Bruises have become a fashion.
There whats in style now a days.
A beautiful busted lip.
A broken nose,
and scratched up face.

Yellowish and Blues,
To the darkest purple hue,
spreading so rapidly,
like its the coolest thing to do.

Each has a secret,
Everyone inst all that bad.
One came from
"Playing ball"
I coincidentally got hit by dad.

This one inst a hand mark.
I was playing a little rough,
I'm okay, Ill be fine,
Even though i'm not so tough.

This one is a long story,
Ill spare you the time.
When secretly their thinking,
Will the emotional one fade in time?

Bruises seem to be in-style,
I know where i got mine.
Each one has a secret,
that will never fade in time.

Blues and Purple,
The really bad ones sometimes
green.

I guess no one see's the bruises,
no-longer as a bad thing.