She painted on her face
using shades of lost colours.
Her deep thoughts
turned into nightmares.
She was a visable wreck,
with her head still hung high;
because nothing hurt her more than feeling weak.
-JCB
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Flourescent Skies
PoesíaAn assorted collection of poems all written by me. Enjoy! I will be updating the book regularly!
