Paint splatters cover her heart.
She paints a fresh start.
It's what she calls art.
From head to toe,
elbow to finger tip...
covered in paint.
She begins to slip.
It's all a little too much,
all she can think about
is his touch.
Losing grip,
soon she'll definitely trip.
Soon,
she'll fall.
And her new art
will be alcohol.
YOU ARE READING
Melancholy with a side of Misery (#Wattys2016)
PoetryPoetry,beauty,romance,love - these are what we stay alive for. -Robin Williams