Eyes open wide
Nothing to see
Red everywhere
Single canvas
Pale like the moon
And drew lines of
Crimson ribbons
And even when
She tries to shield
The past mistakes
She can still see
The pain beneath
She craves the pain
To swallow hole
The pain inside
So she will paint
A pretty mess
To soothe the hurt
Eat her alive
And fix her mind
Paint the pictures
End the anger
She is running
Out of canvas
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To Write On My Heart
PoetryA mirror to her soul. Look into her eyes for there is the key. Her heart is locked and I you won't ever know who she really is. The soul is the reason you take a chance on her because to know who she really is, is magic. So look into her eyes, and g...
