Her face; she smiles
In an odd twisted way.
She looks like a mother,
All cried out, or a girl,
Tossed out with yesterday's hay.
Her cheeks, they’re rosy,
Eyes canted up to.
But to me
She’s trying too hard
To look cheerful.
A kind of caricature.
Biting the inside of her cheeks,
In an odd funny sort of way.
Till she blows out a breath in frustration,
And decides to call it a day.
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Echoes in the pool
PoetryPoetry Collection Welcome all you readers. Poetry has become my latest experiment. Constructive criticism would be welcomed but most of all, I hope you enjoy An amateur Poet
