This face was an art,
I painted it with my blues and greys
till its perfection mixed up
with my imperfections..
YOU ARE READING
The words, I bleed. (Rks)
PoetryAn ongoing journey of unsaid words. See how they bleed through small letters. ᎪᏞᏞ ᎡᏆᏩᎻᎢᏚ ᎡᎬᏚᎬᎡᏙᎬᎠ - ⓒIwouldfall. {Rks}
49th
This face was an art,
I painted it with my blues and greys
till its perfection mixed up
with my imperfections..
