A pool of dark sticky black water
Formed under her pretty hazel eyes
As her cheap mascara began to ruin
The skin around her tightly closed eyes
Her fingers dug into the armchair
Grabbing onto the fabric for dear life
Her head was tossed back in laughter
Her gleeful voice roared into starry night
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Observer I
PoetryThis poetry book is about everything and anything that I observe in life. My mind wanders to a trillion different places & my curiosity is never ending. This book is a little sneak peak into some of the thoughts & observations that I have made & wil...
