White walls empty
and pure as a broken soul,
Skies blue as sadness
and happiness all along.
Smiles made by tears
but gleeful to your eyes,
And laughs forced from crying;
It never seemed like she was lying.
Minds, lost as ever;
it found a place we never see.
And souls torn apart
but somehow they still seem whole.
YOU ARE READING
dust untouched
Puisidust untouched from the clutter in an abyss we call "minds" in various styles // trigger warning. please do be careful. highest rank: #38
