your face screamed death
your eyes were gravestones
that buried ideas that you foresee
your cheeks were a garden
watered with tears, remained evergreen
your brows were clouds
that clouded your mind with worries
abour dreams you once dreamed
- you're different now, [w.s]
YOU ARE READING
wordswallowed
Randomscraps, bits and pieces of ideas or conversations i imagine in my head. - 1Derstrucked
