Tangled hair
Matted to perfection
Red ink lines drawn carefully
Distressed eyes
Under beautiful duress
Blue paint falling from inside
Chapped lips
Drawn in a flawless scowl
Creating art in a form like none other
Dead soul
Beaten down by hope
Crying for a pain no longer to be seen
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a Forsaken Soul
PoesiaA collection of my poems regarding to the quality of human life, and how I've experienced the world. ©2015 xxsherryxx
