Empty canvas
Internally spilling red
The canvas ; her skin
The red ; her blood
The pool of spilling drops; her tears pouring in a flood
Her silence only covers the truth
Her smile's a blanket to cover her bruise
And her reply "I'm fine" is only there to disguise that she's not fine at all
She's dying inside
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Field Of Darkness
Poetry"And i was in darkness So darkness I became" - Unknown This is the sequel to Field Of Roses. Please keep reading and voting! ♡♡
