The cigarette smoke and tequila haze have clouded my pain.
My legs over one another, back breaking, as I lay the wet paint on the canvas.
My feelings driving me insane.Embellishments caress my angles, scars, and curves.
The wild, pink roses sprinkled on my braids,
their scent arousing my nerves.The stroke of my brush dipped with red, and hues of blue.
Diego in his suit.
I stand up, my leg resisting, I'm ready for our next pursuit leaving the brush in thick, dark and light goo.If you don't know Frida Kahlo, Shame on you!~Cinderelly
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PoetryCover art by @fairrosamund (Instagram) ~Extraordinary poems that tell stories from an ordinary latina Girl.• Some are short and sweet, some are long and strong, you will love each💞.•~ I dare you to get to the end and tell me you didn't like this b...