You are art darling,
With a skip in your step,
Your scars are fine brushes of paint,
Your eyes have an endless depth.
Your voice is coarse, so are your words,
You aim them perfectly, use them like swords,
And the fire inside you,
Hasn't engulged you yet.
And it won't ever,
Because it keeps dying due to the tears you wept.
CITEȘTI
Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories
Poeziemidnight silk flows from her head and a stormy sea lies in her eyes magic flows every time she speaks a crimson silence dancing across her lips
